Living Daylights
Daylight Saving time,
not many want or need it.
I guess some busy body
never had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m. and then run out of mayo,
or crawl through traffic half-dead
with an aching head.
The living day lights;
half too dim, half too bright,
and in this clock-watching boxing ring
of a sleep-walking world
we are already punch-drunk,
from leaping when the light
is made to jump.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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