Tuesday, April 17, 2018

FURLOUGH POEM

Almost contemptible,
if not so
preposterous—how that

gray squirrel (rival
mammal) wire
tail thrumming,

turning dizzy figure
eight
patterns in the park—routinely makes me

feel so green-
eyed in-
sufficient!

not for
working so much
less hard that he does

for liberties—like
work breaks,
monster lunches;

for not
more often capitalizing
on such

easy and abundant day-to-
day opportunities—to abuse
more legal stimulants.