I have books on shelves
I forgot to read.
Dust eats along their spines
smothering titles while
I polish everything around them
trying to ignore I once had goals.
It takes more time to construct
an excuse than read a sentence.
I need to draw a line through
the last days of December
as they scurry into yesterday.
Maybe then January 1st
will arrive with a proclamation,
“The door has slammed on
procrastination…You’ve just
entered your hallowed Someday.”
©Susie Clevenger 2024
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