KNUCKLES
by Teresita Perez
When I make a fist
four knuckles I see.
In between are three spaces.
And I can't resist
to count seven months
(knuckle, space, knuckle, space...
a month on each)
until July I reach.
I go back and start with August
on the first knuckle again,
and continue through December.
That's the end.
All the knuckles told me
months with thirty-one days.
While months with thirty days
fell on a space.
And, of course, February is weird.
It has twenty-eight days,
twenty-nine on leap years.
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