Groundhog Way
I woke up this morning in the same bed again.
Like the day before that, and the day before that.
I haven’t seen the sun rise through another window
Since this became my chosen habitat.
It doesn’t matter what the rodent predicts.
I expect no vernal gifts, no sun-kissed fields of clover.
There isn’t any short cut to revival,
Just six more lonely weeks of starting over.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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