Named curiously for Odin,
but ignoring the strong “d” –
makes a drizzling, overcast entrance
putting an anticlimatic pall on morale.
Always the day after voting
and the day before thanks,
aligned precisely in the middle
as though, the star of the show.
The first fourth day of the initial week,
saw the creation of sun and moon,
being children of the same event
these neighbors remain steadfastly, full of woe.
Celebrated with ashes
acknowledging that, dust you are –
that to dust you shall return
and that you know for sure it’s Lent.
To Mickey M. and alumni
it’s ‘anything can happen day’,
except of course Tuesday can’t repeat itself,
and it’s too early to Thank God it’s here.
Posters in the office
see it somewhat unscrupulously
as hump-day, making memes of
camels, bison and Bill Clinton.
Thinking of Bill and a lonely Happy Hour,
wondering how many apathetic toasts to mid-week
have been tinkled while scribbling a to-do list
for Thursday on the small square cocktail napkin.