A sad and lonesome day

Sometimes I look back and count up the things I've achieved in a day and the sum seems greater than the whole. Here's what I did today. Please bear in mind I slept in and had a hangover.

1. Wrote a poem that I quite like
2. Played baseball with friends and hit an out-of-the-park homerun.
3. Consolidated new living arrangement and met my landlord-to-be
4. Took a nap
5. Did some research and wrote about a page of the essay I'm working on.

Somehow I still feel guilty for wanting to drink beer and play video games after midnight. Ah, life. Here is the poem. Out of everything I did today, this is likely the only thing I will remember:

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I could look at you all day

from every angle

and never want to leave.

There is a depth to your countenance

I still can’t pull myself out of.

There are only a few of you,

rare bird,

and you only stay a season:

happily fluttering

on a strong perch to hold.

It makes me so, so

sad to see you sing.


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