Little Foxes Spoil Vines Poem by Ross Lakes
Little Foxes Spoil Vines
He accumulates, in increments,
Tiny bits of wasted time: he
Remembers he forgot the keys,
Reviews the menu seven times,
Reaches for salt
When he really wants pepper,
And hosts a torturous debate
On chocolate or vanilla.
He contemplates his fascinating
Features in the mirror,
And dances in the shower,
Then rushes to school, late again,
Forgets to grab his books again
And teaches from the hip.
He can lose an hour easily by
Looking up some pointless fact,
And research on the internet
Becomes a pop-up hell.
Like the spellbound Piper’s children
And his parking-lotted car,
He’s lost,
And has to waste, again, more time
Just finding his way home.
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5/5/2024 2:39:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This short, potent, and eminently sympathetic poem has given me quite a jolt Ross..... Here is a truly serious, and probably fairly widespread problem, which is in essence tragic.... that I've given very little, if any, thought until now. Your intro lines: 'He accumulates, in increments, Tiny bits of wasted time... ' .. pitch the reader into the heart of it immediately. ... They really stopped me in my tracks, opened my mind to the issue, and from there you set it all out so clearly, and in such a way that in the fragments and in the round, we can see that the afflicted don't live in comedy show.. it's real and it's gruelling for them! An important, arresting, and valuable piece of social commentary poetry.... jim