Set It In Concrete Or Under The Glowing Sun Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

leaving behind the pretense at breath

that keeps us cowed in the dubious cubicles

that keeps us filing S is for Sun


forgetting that there really is one.

there is a sun that flares

and rays a glowing medallion


all day long as if its shining

were eternal song

while we take time for lunch


then dash like moles

semi home again.

of all things most pitiful under the sun


it is you who barely remember the earth is green

who fester in concrete

waiting to be seen


as the most productive

the most productive

the most productive


mary angela douglas 6 may 2020