The Boss

An hour could pass

as a bear rolls around

My twin den sinks in

but the spring buds abound

 

Nine hours too little

my email chirps red

Anne asks to stay home

I grant her some rest

 

Husband makes tea

Goes in for the kiss

With anxious foreshadow

I check my wrist

 

My heartbeat picks up

As I breathe out a chill

Pondering the mirror, too

young to fit the bill?

 

The metro box squeals

Bullies west down the street

To a ripe enterprise

In lax Venice Beach

 

Anti-harassment

Rehearsing the speech

But my team could mock

Unlike backs of seats

 

The brick pillars smile

My bag swings up the stairs

Riddled with faults

But they know that I care

 

Good morning one sighs

Coffee hot at my leisure

The boss to whom cares

My unexpected pleasure

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