a stretch of yawn

some days

have no meaning, 

there is nothing

to celebrate,

no reason

for cake

or champagne,

no need for gifts or cards,

or songs

to sing.

it's just a mundane

day, a forty-degree day

without 

a second of importance,

just a long stretch of yawn.

there is nothing

worth noting,

or remembering on

this calendar page.

it's just another day,

soon gone.