The move from July 31 to August 1
is the anti-New Year
nothing to fare well
no kiss
no clinking glasses
to lurch us forward
a month-change incognito
as imperceptible
as the pause between these cicada antiphons
it is just a subtle shift between
mosquitoes in this ear
and mosquitoes in that ear
crisp lawn grass
that promises the same tired hue and texture
four weeks hence
that was beneath bare feet
four weeks prior
It is a midnight as still
as the pressing humidity
against your face
your one chance
to turn the calendar over
with no real reason to bemoan
or celebrate
the ticking of time
Said Another Way 