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Hourly Work

Stretched out on a sofa
like a page waiting for poems
I try to will the right words to appear
to fill the time with meaning
to justify my life

A Staples pen in one hand
a Dollar Store notebook in the other
I’m poised for work
resisting the urge to get up and see
whose song is playing on Pandora

I say NO to the cat
who wants to join me on the couch
I think about school days and factory labor
while watching the clock
and trying not to want
what isn’t so

A sheet of white cloud obscures the blue
from the window framed picture above me
The tops of trees only suggest their tallness
give the illusion of freedom from roots

Soon, the hour is up
I’m unscathed and unburdened
checking “poetry” off my list
while Brett Dennen sings
Ain’t No Reason:
We push back our debt
don’t think about death
It’s always been that way

_______________dVerse Poets Pub

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