Today
I am celebrating the last day
of bus duty until next semester,
and this shipment of new novels,
which means new questions to ask,
and I am celebrating one week
until my fifty-third birthday and
the antibodies my COVID shot
provided to keep me safe,
and I will celebrate Jim Morrison
and The Doors, who I heard
on the radio on my way into work,
and I celebrate that people are strange.
There are more things in heaven
and earth than are dreamt of
in my philosophy, so I celebrate
and take them as they come.
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