but

today will be different
even though it is perfectly accuweathered with rain
falling from the sun
today our wounds will have lunch
with forget me knots
but it will be different from last week
it will be monday again certainly
and it will be a gloomy day
for the marketplace selling yesterday's thanksgiving turkeys
butterballs
wrapped in plastic and frozen by men and women
working in refrigeration boxcars
but it will be different from the first day
of my life
and it will still be my life
but it will be different in its diffidence
as we munch and swallow our talk
it will padded with buffers made of weasel
ears but
we owls will know better and listen to the movements
of our necks in the dark restaurant
and tufted titmice will
jabber incessantly at the bar
nevertheless
but no... always the less
unlike the first time i said
world
it will be seen through the clouds
exhaled by the salamanders serving us frogs legs
and yes we will smile it is true
but…