#14 — Is that a poem in your pocket or….



Just Another Day

A harp-playing heron snickered
outside the office window
while the money plant trapped
in a glazed jade green pot begged
for attention on the desk. A sea
turtle blew bubbles on the harmonica,
ignoring chaos and clattering keys
from his vantage point  on the
file drawer shelf. The lobsters,
they never stop strumming. At last
the hours finally stopped ticking
when the door opened just a crack,
the river met up with her
hair, and the last wave from the
warming, rising sea swept her far,
far away from there.  


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