June 28: Perfection Protocol

Just who can say what makes a splendid day?

Could it be weather, neither gray nor sunny?

Or lovely friends, or impromptu soirees

At which a game predictably turns funny?

Or maybe it’s that mix of novelty

And mourning those familiar things now past,

Although some aspects of the memory

Persist, despite unlikeliness to last.

Perhaps these complications and desires,

Thus born of what’s expected and believed,

Engender joy that naturally transpires

When perfect parity has been achieved.

The confluence of wistf...