we are governed by those who ride
the prevailing winds behind our backs,
by those who search for their own purpose,
by the volume of gossip generated
within one rotation of our sun if necessary.
II.
we begin early in the hopes nothing is missed
and loss of rest becomes the norm and when
our love affair with tiredness gives all it can we
we return to living with a good night's sleep.
III.
our mornings unfold like
passing gas until one day
we realize that there were
worst smells we endured.
IV.
they are out there...
everywhere one goes,
they can be seen with
their young people...
mothers with the only thing
their husbands gave them
before they left for good.
V.
he was not available when she wanted him and
was not given a second chance to win her favor,
he had been allowed one mistake and she was gone.
VI.
when this morning began I was
on the verge of something special,
a new thought for a new day,
the day seemed to have been here before
and the thought, a singular version of a pair.
VII.
his rescue was inevitable and
she was the one who just
happened to be there...
together, they repaired the roads
that took them out of danger.
VIII.
my thoughts end up each morning on paper
a handful of clues and no puzzle to solve,
each day my thoughts are misplaced
in the same manner and each day
they get increasingly harder to find.
IX.
there is a lad who waits for me
spending her time with others
until the day that I finally return,
there is a lady whose pride is
undermined by her desire for me,
there is a lady whose tears I ignore.
X.
around the room they sit
in their business suits,
eating from styrofoam plates
a meal their wives did not cook;
and, what can be deduced
from this manner of behavior?
a daily routine while reading the news
that really belongs in another city.
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