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9 to 5 *

* On weekends he ignores the clock;
No deadline times his tasks. He strolls
Through errands; browses bookstores; bowls
And hikes; drinks in Baroque and rock

And jazz. He improvises, lets
His impulse wander; now, a snooze,
And later time to dine and schmooze
And ponder, exercise his legs

And mind, and sample leisure’s menu. So,
Come Monday he commutes at dawn,
Reacclimates–despite a yawn–
To schedule and agenda, row

And list and column. Papers stack
On desk. He digs in, works. He’s back.
Posted 09/07/14
from Wildfire, Candleflame (Rose Alley Press, 2005)
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