each day I go to work

pedestrian ©papa osmubal

pedestrian ©papa osmubal

each day I go to work
alan jefferies

Each day I go to work
there’s a poet waiting for me.
Mostly he’s too deep in his own
paperwork to notice my arrival

yet every now & then
he’ll drop what he’s doing
& nod his head ever so slightly
before a kind of grudging silence settles in.

He must wonder why I keep coming back
to this room above the street
where he writes, late into the night

He must wonder why I don’t
follow him out one morning
under a canopy of stars that are vanishing

why I don’t count him
among the chorus of waking.

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