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Today arrived late to its own opening  

Wearing mismatched weather patterns  

The sidewalk debated with my shoes  

About who was really carrying whom  

My calendar lied on its résumé  

Claimed “light day” with a straight face  

The coffee took one look at me  

And brewed itself a second cup  

A bird filed a complaint with the wind  

About turbulence in aisle three  

I told today it could do better  

It shrugged and handed me a sunset