A Sunny Autumn Morning

The chipper man on the TV just told me
It's only 40 degrees outside. The woman
Reading the news before him, looking up
With knitted brows, described a coming
Day of stasis, efforts to improve the lives
Of average people surely being
Thwarted, as they always are, by well-
Paid hacks who worry about debt,
Except when those who own them want
Their taxes cut. A day of little promise,
Then, I tell myself, but I don't mind.
The sun streams through my kitchen
Window, warming me and bringing
Cheer, and I can think of nothing urgent
That I ought to do.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-18 at 16:24

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