Living Daylights
Daylight Saving time again.
I guess we have never
had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m.
deep in the dead-eyed dark of night,
then run out of must have mayo,
drive to the edge of a pale-faced light
to bring some home
then crawl to work half-asleep
with an aching head.
and already punch-drunk,
from leaping when told to.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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