by Earl J. Wilcox
Here we are again,
stumbling upon you,
most of us not
remembering you
in the shadows waiting
to come out
every four years---
myth-mixing with
factotum—
just a simple
24-hour day,
hardly a myth
at all to us
who were born
on this day.
Some say he’s seventy-four.
In leap years, he’s a teenager.
Who’s counting.
Earl J. Wilcox founded The Robert Frost Review, which he edited for more than a decade. His poetry was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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