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On the eleventh

of the eleventh


someone looked at the calendar

and shrugged.


“It’s just a date, mate!”

said a passing monk,

“It doesn’t mean anything

in the scheme of things.”

and he passed on.


Many years later,

that statement

would have been found

to be true.


For numbers

and dates

don’t relate to fates;

as your fait accompli

of life

has long been decided.

Thinking About Dates

Thinking About Dates

No, not the calendar ones,

but the ones grown on trees,

and used in Date and Walnut cakes,

or the like.

Everybody remembers their first date.

Where they were,

Who they were with

(or with whom they were with)

and why.

But, nowadays, it seems

that nobody really gives a fig.