Yesterday’s News
Poem
“When will today be
yesterday’s news?”
you ask, thumbing
through the paper,
expecting me to
say “tomorrow.”
“As soon as someone
jumps off a bridge,
climbs in the wrong bed,
or wins the lottery,”
I reply
“this day will be gone.”
“Then surely,”
you conclude,
“it’s over before
the print’s dry.”
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