Poor Wednesday

Poor Wednesday,
the forgotten middle child
in our better life imagined,

the weekday equivalent of mid-life,
as near the end as the beginning,
neither here nor there.

We don’t toast Wednesday,
just its feral friends Friday and Saturday
and their living-our-best-life pose. 

Yet Wednesday’s sameness is its gift,
those quiet moments in the middle
of our true-life-lived. 

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