Treasure Island

shimon weinroth


Listless and Mundane


Waves of heat flow horizontally
Across the screened kitchen door

The twirling fan moves a plastc breeze
Of odors diluted and un fresh
Little comfort in this

The ceiling propeller makes noise
Planning to take off

Days pass slowly
In retirement
Having little control
As time ticks away

We worry
Suffer the banal
And wonder

Why we hurried
For pensions and social security

Submitted: Thursday, November 16, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 20, 2010

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