Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Tradition robs any day of joy.
"You've always done." "Must do again."
"There're expecting it", etc.
So I pretend to be glad
to make them, again.
They pretend to be pleased
to take them, again.
But while I wash the pots and bowls
and stow away the gear,
I tell myself 'Never again,
not next year.'

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