Our Daily Doldrums

Simple, brief, musing.

Our Daily Doldrums

Everslow the clock speaks
Tickida Tickida Tick.

Coffee in the stained pot falls
Drip, Drip, Drip.

Mechanical computer Mouse sings
Click Click Click.

A memo from a summer’s day,
through window, tinted gray.

To: Whoever you please
From: Wispy Breeze
Subject: I caress the trees, desire you to be free.
Re: Flee.

I drift Outside,
eyes open wide.

Flick, Flick goes the Bic,
Scintillating smoke drifts.

Back inside,
Tickida Tickida Drip.