Ring, Ring, Ring
Ring, ring, ring
Co-workers, clients calling.
Stop changing the subject
When the fire’s at your feet!
Why do you think I do that, miss?
Why would I straighten what’s meant to stay bent?
Started with nothing.
Notes piled on the desk
What’s wrong with the secretary?
Nothing, ma’am.
Shape it into something.
Don't misunderstand
All I do is weave every day chaos
into free verse poems,
To brighten your life
During the long nights.
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I like this one and for some reason it keeps ringing in my head in between unpacking the bedroom. I like your entry. A happy Sunday and I hope it's not too busy at work