Give or Take a Day
by Matt Fitzgerald
Mister Markus rose on Friday
Thinking it was Saturday,
Went about his daily doings
Undisturbed, without delay,
Made his meals and ran his errands,
Drew the shades at 10 that night;
Nothing clued him to his error,
No one stopped to set him right.
Next day Markus acted likewise,
Next day too, and on again,
Never knowing that last Friday
Had-for him-not ever been:
One meek day that never happened
Lost among the fading blur,
Soon no more or less important
Than the days that really were.