Meanwhile, in an Alternate Universe
Glassdoor keeps sending jobs it thinks would be a
great fit for me
Landscape gardener, Warehouse night clerk, baker’s
assistant
I have taught poets to write sonnets for thirty years
but I admit
Sometimes I yearn for the world where I tend roses
instead of students
Where I bake pies, where I move through towers of
shadow
finding lost packages and hidden treasures, going home
at dawn to my one-room apartment
Where my cat sleeps in the sun
And a chicken stewed with peaches simmers in a
crockpot
(The first poem I've written since I was about 25 years old)
2 comments:
I am by no means an expert, but this seems really good to me. The kind of thing that would make me smile if I still listened to Writer's Almanac or if John Green still opened podcasts with a short poem.
Thank you!
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