Hey guys --wrote a poem for the first time in a bit. Thanks for reading and the great comments on the dialogue post!
Office Politics
This is my real life --
After it is over, the deep breath
before walking home, the streets
eaten by stores, each food smell
offering comfort, each clothing store
a new life. I am not fooled as I pass
them. Anxiety, my old companion, with me
as I draw my attention to signs.
One store sells fifty dollar yoga
pants and quotes the Dali Lama --
I am only a visitor in this world. Outside
abandoned coffee cups swirl, and I remind
myself fall will be here soon. I will
miss all of it, even this.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Writers are people who are comfortable with intense contradictions." Heather Sellers
Cocktail Hour
Will be back with special fall beverages! Tis the season . . .
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday!
6 comments:
Hell, if I drink enough of 'em, they're ALL considered "Fall Beverages" !
Have a good weekend.
Michelle,
Good poem! Can't wait to see the beverages!
Have a great weekend, Darlin'!
That last gasp has t be preceeded by the deep breath. Not for many decades yet Buddy.
Running around in the tunnels under campus? I love going down there to see the equipment of teaching past. There could almost be an alternative campus in those corridors with all the desks, AV equipment and random office furniture.
NIcely done. Captures the melancholy of it very well.
"One store sells fifty dollar yoga
pants and quotes the Dali Lama"
Great lines.
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