If year needs a bump,
hop, skip, or jump
–the month–
not the gun,
and add to it
1
day just for leaping,
in joy,
and in faith,
at the chance
–it’s a rare one—
savor the date,
to jump start your muse
with a rope swing
to lake,
from a ship
–on a cruise,
through hoops twisting
8
bar blues
–the bandwagon–
helps keep the time,
that’s leaping and bounding
like frogs do in slime,
–from grandest
to quantum–
it’s a helluva stretch,
a
21
Jump street
concludes this—
I guess.
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