A Thursday in March
It’s a Thursday;
well, as days go –
and they do –
it’s the only Thursday that matters
at the moment.
I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)
will be condemned to the past – history –
and we will all have moved on.
Anyway, it’s Thursday,
and that means…
well, it means different things
to different people,
hope it meets all your expectations –
if you have any –
expectations, that is –
about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.
‘This must be Thursday,’ said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. ‘I never could get the hang of Thursdays.’