Desk-Bound Poem by Anne Brooke

Desk-Bound



The brush and shuffle
of the working day

dance around me
as I sit and sway

my fingers to the sound
of the keyboard’s call

to make something of nothing
or nothing at all.

Monday, September 23, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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