Labor Day is Gone | Short Poem No. 15

Labor Day.

It came in like a car slamming its breaks

from an 80 miles an hour work week.

And now it’s time to rush away, no delay,

because there’s only 24 hours in a day.

We will get there, whatever it takes.

And this will be the trip that can’t be beat.

So that when I’m back to work, I can say,

“This was the best trip, by far, okay?”

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But then I blink, two days have disappeared.

And my bank account’s gone in arrears.

But I’m having too much fun,

ignoring the voice telling me, “It’s half done.”

And then, finally, the end is here.

Tuesday comes in again in high gear.

I can’t believe it’s all done.

I’m only left with a photo. . .

and a teddy bear that I won.

Photo by Guzmán Barquín on Unsplash.

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