by on January 31, 2024 :: 0 comments

Life sweeps me headlong down the road
called “Hurry Up” — to wherever it goes —
making me show how
many full plates I can juggle all at once over

the squares   on my        calendar,
where       every       hour

becomes       a place       to glue
fragments       of       broken plates

onto a       crowded       mosaic
into which       the       next caller

can       insert       himself

like        grout

between       the       tiles.

Shall I dance to the cell phone song
that summons me yet again?
There’s a button labeled “OFF.”

editors note:

If only we could “Hurry Up” and “OFF.” – mh clay

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