at this day
of the week
that a seven
is not a six
but an eight
i am ready
prepared to
reach for a nine
stretching to ten
but i trip to fall
all the way down
passing the six
landing on a five
just above four
looking down
the three shines
right back at me
while a mean two
is just grinning
above the one
standing on tiptoe
"Happiness on a scale of one to ten"
© Rob Knetsch 2014
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