Workaday World

M.E. Tuthill

A universe of broken dreams,
Of heartache and of hurt.
Enveloped in a single face,
Viewed on the way to work.

The paper man averts his eyes,
As if to look beyond,
Would render him invisible
And free of earthly bonds.

Standing by the highway ramp,
A yoke around his neck.
Weighted by the daily news,
By sadness and regret.

One wonders how he came
To this time and place.
Imagining the barriers,
The obstacles he faced.

Foot pressed upon the pedal,
These musings dissipate,
Eclipsed by thoughts of coffee,
And fear of being late.



September, 2009


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