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Work Well

by Patricia Bohnert


Mind wild with possibility

Runs off first left and then east

Soars to the corner of the ring of Saturn

And back to the edge of chasm


‘Tis then to know

That may be one

There is hope for the few

To see, clear the fog


Chew nails to the bed

Close eyes to think

Let numbers line up

Step to one’s heartbeat


Oh, what sweet, sweet justice

When the call comes

We need you

Your thoughts, ideas


Is the call too late

Can one stand against the many

Will blood stay tame

Let the brain piece details


Hope this time

The winner

And the best is not what was

But what will be


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