Job Interviews Poem by Donal Mahoney

Job Interviews



Infinite feints
for a lane
to go driving.

Still there's
no opening.
Jump shot

pumped from afar
spits in the net,
sole sound.

The bucket is made,
but the ball
the ball is still bouncing.

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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