ode to silliness

ah, yes,
the silliness.
the silly season, some call it
and I call it, the past.

for the blood doesn’t need to boil anymore,
I’ve been there. done that.
I have the pdf minutes to prove it.

ha! noted abstentions,
microphone checks,
orders of the day.

as if I knew what that was,
as if I do now.

silliness is that, exactly.
silly.
and the years between us
(silly and I)
have, really, been paved with gold.