Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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They shortened their names.

They played the same games.

All cars were alike on highway and pike.

In similar houses

Sipping their Stingers

Identical spouses giggled in chorus

As manicured fingers of lovers in unison

Undid the plastic pearl buttons of blouses.

Everything was on time.

Lateness of course was a crime.

Spontaneous laughter or tears?

Not beyond age seven years.

Wearing their porcelain smile

Pedestrians walked single file

Dressed in the best-copied style

In the nicest, the safest

The always correct shades of grey.

No more beginnings or endings.

Everything simply went on.

And on.  And on.

And on . . . 



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