How Much Longer
My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss
to wherever it is that boredom ends.
My dog wines his most insistent whine,
the one that says, “I’m bored too”.
The TV runs, background noise to the dog’s whine.
I sigh and wonder how many more seconds till the page turns.
With a secondhand pet to my dog, I stretch my toes
wondering if a mouse might peek out to pause the gloom.
Dragging slow, the dishwasher clanks it’s finished clank
telling me it’s time to unload the heard off it’s back.
I’m not that bored, I lean back in my chair
and wait for my muse to come jauntily to my screen.
Copyright © Alison Hodges | Year Posted 2020
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