It would be
too easy
to blame this
discontent
on long-necked bottles
and midnight rivers
dusted with
pollen and stars,
too simple
to make up
excuses for
the dwindling daylight
and interminable
weekend afternoons.
Better by far
to face each hour
boldly until
one
by
one
they slink back
into their bespoke containers
so you can say
fuck it
and get on with things.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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