top of page
  • pat3278

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


1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Ft. Wayne Road Trip

Thank you for a lovely visit! Your downtown murals were fantastic in their variety and abundance. We ate world famous Coney Island dogs, had a drink at Connor's roof top bar at the Hampton, walked the

Melee Published at MacrameLit.com

"You can't make me." "I am through with you." "Where's my dogs?" Read short story Melee in the Spring issue of Macrame Literary Journal, just out. Who do you identify with most?

Comments


bottom of page