Telephone Poles On a Country Road
Like telephone poles on a country road
the years stretch endlessly before him
One no different than the other
an 'only family,' no sisters, no brothers
The first stretch he calls 'office poles'
pencil-sharpening, paper-shuffling
toggling between screens
The next stretch he dubs 'lunch hour'
long lines at Mickey D's, Burger King, KFC
The last stretch he calls 'clock-watching'
and it drags on all afternoon, as in forever
at 3:15 p.m. he blacks out
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