Today, on 2/2/22
The
snow is melting fast.
The
river’s rushing southward
As
some police boats hurry past.
My
bench is dry; I’m sitting
In
a little patch of sun,
A
respite I’ll enjoy until
The
cold’s once more begun.
A
date with all those 2’s occurs
Just
once, but some will see
A
matching one with 3’s, but oh,
How
ancient I will be!
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