Calenders

A nail fell out of the wall today
And the calendar fell to the floor
Two old rusty staples gave up hope
And the months scattered about
I picked them up and tried to put them in order
But the days slid off and rolled under the stove
All the weekends were broken or missing
But the Mondays somehow stuck to the pages
Like old gum to a shoe tread

I poured my coffee and pondered my life
Found a two or three days to paste in order
It was October, if I remember right