The End of the World

came and went with little forewarning
and less recognition.
A car in Rogers Park failed to start
and measured
tragedy
distracted everyone as last year's actress
died from an overdose. March 25th
was the same as March 24th in almost
every way, except
warmer. We took our coats off
and sat on the rocks
overlooking the lake and did not
speak. We watched a leaf
for metaphor's sake. We napped,
exhausted
at being meaningful.