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Notes From The Home Office
Finally a corner office
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal Viceroy…regardless
they share the airspace with red-breasted robins,
mockingbirds, red-winged blackbirds,
and mud-dauber wasps
Time better spent
reconnecting with the adolescents
that share my last name
no rushing to bus stops
Instead last-minute roll out of bed
beginning my 50 yard commute
gone is business dress
replaced by shorts and a pocket-tee
hell I could work bare-naked
if the door locked and I kinked that way
still compelled to wear the backpack
listen to a panoply of podcasts, books, music
out loud, sans volume restrictions
pen a poem or two
in tandem with my avocation, my job
Laboring in the comfort of my home
would be grand
if circumstances weren’t so globally dire,
so bloated with anxiety
acutely aware of my moment-by-moment good fortune
regularly petitioning God
on behalf of they, who with heavy heads,
wear the cruel crown
for those poor souls with virus sick
they who care for the same
they who have passed,
they that mourn their passing
the healthy, able bodied, skilled employee
now unemployed
for all these do I pray
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal Viceroy…regardless
they share the airspace with red-breasted robins,
mockingbirds, red-winged blackbirds,
and mud-dauber wasps
Time better spent
reconnecting with the adolescents
that share my last name
no rushing to bus stops
Instead last-minute roll out of bed
beginning my 50 yard commute
gone is business dress
replaced by shorts and a pocket-tee
hell I could work bare-naked
if the door locked and I kinked that way
still compelled to wear the backpack
listen to a panoply of podcasts, books, music
out loud, sans volume restrictions
pen a poem or two
in tandem with my avocation, my job
Laboring in the comfort of my home
would be grand
if circumstances weren’t so globally dire,
so bloated with anxiety
acutely aware of my moment-by-moment good fortune
regularly petitioning God
on behalf of they, who with heavy heads,
wear the cruel crown
for those poor souls with virus sick
they who care for the same
they who have passed,
they that mourn their passing
the healthy, able bodied, skilled employee
now unemployed
for all these do I pray
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