Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Thursday, April 07, 2022
NaPoWriMo, Day Seven, Poem Seven
Last Leg
Job well done
saves none.
Air moved
room to room,
imaginary
sums tallied,
invisible quota
agreed on.
Always a
good day
when no one
dies close by.
Lights off, mourn
last lost minutes
unsupervised,
left to rot,
office fridge's
abandoned fruit.
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