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Yeah Write #39: The Lunar Calendar (#flashfiction)

 

moonfullIt doesn’t make any sense

the calendar we all use.

Days of the week never sure;

names of the months all askew.

Three six five split evenly;

twenty-eight days plus just one.

Each month’s days shown just the same.

Divide by seven and we’re done.

Four weeks for each month exact.

Each date on the same week day.

Just one extra month to name.

Call it Ember.  Whatdya say?

Let March be the first month, see?

Then October will be eight

and December ten. Easy!

Winter will come at year’s end

rather than the start — and how!

The extra day stands alone;

day zero the year starts now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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