Unemployment
The clock strikes one,
My lunch is done,
I lost my job,
I load my gun.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Working World
A little bird flew down
From her nest
Into the old car.
Joseph terribly sad sleeping
In the midday sun
While the work of the world
Went on all around.
Even the little bird,
Pecking sandwich crumbs
From the dashboard of the open convertible,
Doing little bird work.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Time Keeper
I am the one who turns back time
This chilly gray morning
While wife and children slumber
In the hibernation of Sunday.
I sneak like a tooth fairy
From room to room,
Setting back clocks,
Slipping another hour of sleep
Silently under their pillows,
Hastening the darkening of a season
Already too dark for my timeless soul.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Work Of No Work
How this busy world conspires
Against the simple act
Of sitting quietly in a chair
With pen and paper in hand,
Writing down a thought or two,
Or not writing at all,
Doing the work of no work
All poets must do.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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