Jack Henry


ten minutes to eight / near the beginning / of another / work day / another eight hours /

chained to a chair / to a laptop / to the miseries / of an ordinary life // weary eyes stare through /

a looking glass / deep into / the last vestiges of memory / of brightly lit days /

of dreams rewarded / folded / and placed in a drawer / filled with old socks and tee shirts /

that no longer fit //


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