It's a

Friday in January.
And now my grandmother’s birthday has passed.
All with irises and champagne,
and maybe a garnet, or something nice.

If I could afford a garnet, which,
I don’t think I can.

Though, I’ll be honest with you,
I haven’t looked into it.

I’m just guessing.

1/17/2020

PoetryRiley Welch