She Goes To Work In The Morning
She purchases tons of sand,
delivered in the morning
by huge trucks
I scribble words
and save up
for a new Apple computer,
readied according to my specifications
- and stay home with the kittens
She thinks of dung, heavy vehicles & hay
I think of intellectual survival & death
She sees the rain opening streams in the gravel
down the birch alley
I sit at night with the moon,
pondering the geometry of carbon road bikes
She goes to work in the morning;
I remain in the Great Ship of Dreams
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-08-20 at 12:15
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