The slippery slope as uninvited guest:
redeeming coupons at the door, insisting on backordered colors.
You've tried to placate some with your whimsicality
but words bottlenecked
and you were left holding empty seats.
The sun did come out tomorrow but went back in
the Do Not Disturb saying more than we needed to know.
And you're wasting time weeding?
Translate the next chapter.
Don't be put off by Sanskrit.
It's only language, one, in fact, that encompasses immense musicality.
Your earbuds will be prancing along
as happy as a summer fly before that thoughtless hand
that continues to put a damper on things.
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| Deborah Turbeville |