It was a big small day.
The things that happened almost didn’t.
The things that didn’t happen were, as usual,
Far more seductive than the things that did.
But it was a good day.
A few people noticed.
A few people spoke,
And some of them were moved.
The earth did not shake, or swallow up the damned,
But there was a thoughtful nodding of certain heads,
And someone, somewhere, shed a year or two
Without the inconvenience of being sad.
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