Some
folks go to the office, some go
to
the studio. Factory workers clock
in
and go to their station. Conductors
and
engineers board their train. Pilots
and
captains head for the cockpit or
wheelhouse.
Milkmen and trash col-
lectors
have their routes to drive.
Birds
and squirrels head for the nest.
Mice
scurry for any cover they can
find.
I’m secure behind closed doors
in
my apartment writing these lines
where
no one sees me. Occasionally,
I
pop up to post a poem or two and a
few
photos on Facebook. Three Likes
today,
four yesterday. Appears to me
at
the end or beginning of day both
man
and beast alike have found a
decent
and safe place to hide.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 1-25-2020
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