Running in Circles Versus Plodding in a Straight Line

The wife goes by with trademarked haste,
A dozen topics on her mind, which pops
And crackles, shorted circuits, seemingly
Incapable of analyzing even one. (How
Does she manage managing?) She fires
Questions as she searches here and there
To find her keys. She'll ask the same one
Several times, as she's not after my
Opinion. I must guess until I'm right,
And then we're done, and then she's
Gone, and I resume my dogged labor
Over tasks I take in turn. I get through
Three or four, at most, as I prefer
Finality to inconclusive haste.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-11-05 at 12:55

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