Went to my mailbox downstairs from
my second floor apartment.
Checked the mail, only one letter.
Surprise, a birthday card from CareCredit.
Said the card wasn’t going to celebrate itself,
and I had to get out there and make my day
one to remember.
They remembered my birthday partly because
I gave them 12k for implants, money well spent.
Nonetheless, nice gesture.
But I’m not going to cut my teeth on a day to remember.
I had way too many of those memorable days in my youth,
many I wish I could rewind and do over.
So that card with have to celebrate itself somehow,
maybe on a molecular or cellular level.
Maybe for that card just being released from
the captivity of the envelope it came in is
the one to remember, the celebration of its
newly opened and free life.
Bob Boyd