23:58
Swim on your back
oblivious to those around,
wishing to be the only one
present in the pool,
but get a rude awakening
when your head
crashes into my
backside.
23:57
23:57
Refresh,
check focused, others, junk
then release the disappointment
that your golden email code
doesn’t appear.
A lottery to spend money,
and you can’t even
win that.
23:56
Two pairs block the way
a barricade of chatter
and laughter
that you’re happy they possess,
but still wish
they’d obey the rules
and swim alone
like everyone else.
23:55
Dirt mountain,
it towers to the side
a bold sight you can’t ignore,
its presence mocking
your once-clean shoes
and good intentions.
Someday it watches
as you struggle to climb
from the passenger’s seat
to reach the wheel,
chortling at your attempts.
Most days you give in
and it relishes the victory
as you climb its peak,
taking chunks with you
in order to make your escape.
23: 54
Boxes invading,
watching you shower
and blocking the path
to the towels,
to dryness,
to dignity.
23:53
23:53
The posture of driftwood
tears through the water
at a respectable speed
but always head down,
body stiff,
blind to everything around,
dead to any possibility
of change.
23:52
23:52
Dunking down
like a bobbing apple,
the movement
looks exhausting
and slows him
to a painful speed
that causes a
traffic of swimmers
behind.
What does he search for
within the water’s depths?
23:51
23:51
Human splash zone’s
absence settles the
water and calms the waves.
Was it too small for him,
unable to sweep his presence
without leaving spluttering angry swimmers?
Or perhaps he quit altogether,
his daily escape
no longer an option.
23:50
23:50
Solid orange of unyielding
disappointment,
announcing a broken
connection that no resetting
will fix,
it screams for the attention
of a professional,
and refuses to budge
until one appears…
Tomorrow,
between the hours
of eight and three.
23:49
Predicted but not believed
its forthcoming still shocked
the forewarned
as the streets
hide under layers of white
and conceal
their scars beneath.
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