forces
of nature
wake up my head
a tilt tray how to
dump or lower
all the caught
stuffed clogs the teeth on
wooden pattens buckle
come some mechanic tickling
head holding
wrench
I am the constant re-arranger
filing over filing must be
watched in case I chew
it up
and store it in my cheeks
secret squirrel sighs
more grief
holding up the line
sentencing you all
to lukewarm tea unwanted
idle hours I am
unpaid overtime I am your
anger
overcome in waves
spilling and
recurring
hopeless I’m the sea
Oh i think that is everything, and wonderful!
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and the lights go out
"the forces of nature/ [are] unpaid overtime... I'm still grinning. Thank you, dear Kerri. :)
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