Tuesday, April 20, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty, Poem Nineteen


Rethink process
of waking 
in pain from
last night's
stable sweep

when nerves
are knees
and every
news story
a hammer

and mad boys
in the streets
are busy 
telling all
to do their job.

Why is it
single most
act of 

to get up
steady legs
and head off
to work
like always?

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