Flitter

The wife's in ADHD mode. She flitters
Like a dragonfly. She touches down
For just a moment, rises, flies off,
Then returns. She doesn't finish anything,
And I, so stolid, slothlike, vacant, wait.
I finish what she's started, clear the water
For her landing, wishing I could be
Released to move, unrushed, deliberately
Going hand by hand along a vine with
Someone similarly slow and stupid,
More like me than she is. She is,
I think, broken by ADHD.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-26 at 03:19

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