half

half way through
another month
we wear them well
we wear them out,
half way through
another year
burning holes
through every fold,
half way through
to season’s end
we drink it up
we choke it down,
faces come
and face go
some familiar
some unknown,
names and places
sticks and stones
how much further
left to go?
the calendar
each day ungrows
caught inside
an undertow,
half way through
and half again
and half of what
will find no end,
half of this
and half of that
fifty-fifty
hope to catch
another wave
that breaks the shore
a secret’s under
every floor,
and then a knock
upon the door
who could it be,
who is it for?
a blind eye
another cheek
turned away
in mock defeat,
what’s in it for you
what’s in it for me
this upside down
asymmetry.

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