Ennui

It's on days like this that I most miss
The city. I'm battling the old ennui,
And when I fought that fight before,
I'd get the upper hand by walking
Out of my apartment, wandering
Among the grided streets, staring
Into bakery windows, standing
Still at traffic lights, admiring
The stacks of fish and fruit inside
The city market. I could climb
The hundred steps to Saint Mark's
From the Interstate or kill all
Afternoon in the museum, looking
At its art. Such things aren't far
From here, I know, but, if I was to
Go to them, I'd have to get into
My car, and drive, and park,
And, therefore, plan, all tasks
Which take more energy than
Can be summoned by someone
Who suffers from ennui.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-14 at 14:02

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