Half-Dozen of the Other

Six of one, half-dozen of the other;

The hours creep along,

the sharp edge of a century.

Left by the wayside, my ambitions,

for another time’s pick-up.

Table the motion.

Six of one, half-dozen of the other;

Days hobble like a herd of handicapped gazelle.

After how-are-yous

good-and-yous

we talk about the weather, and little else.