Clouds hang unmoving in the windless
sky. The one tree just waits. Appalled
at the asphalt. Taken aback by the bald
lie. All joking aside, it’s a menace.

My desk hulks like a boulder in the office
upstairs, accumulating tasks. Wired
for work and work alone. Yet here I cower,
limbs limp, a heart-sleeved mislaid puppet.

That is to say: The seconds tick, but they should
not. The crown’s ripped from my watch’s side.
This vacant lot is all I’ve ever known.
While the one tree just waits, clouds
hang unmoving in the windless sky.
Someone! Snap and shake this damned snow globe.

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originally published in ionosphere Vol II Issue 1.

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