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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-08-20 at 12:15

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! Such an awesome job profile!
of both!! Beautiful
2024-08-20