traffic jam
I’ve been testing different mattresses
since discovering I’ve got
all this free time
the world barely sees me but I’m around
moving about in conveyances
I once dared dream
in the mid-morning I see pink flamingos
riding their bicycles on first avenue
disturbing all the black & white traffic
crawling from point alpha to omega
it’s all I can do not to show them
how it’s done
but move on I must
there are too many mattresses
I’ve yet to test drive
once the skies have cleared
millions of sparrows move in
altogether halting traffic
singing in unison enough is enough
with all this exhaustion
fast asleep in broad daylight
I dream of crows hiding behind dark clouds
october two thousand twenty
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