Today I remade my workspace again.
Optimized the height of the keyboard—
made enough space to write notes on the pad—
without crowding the mouse too much—
brought the laptop within reach—
Please, no references
to deckchairs on the Titanic,
waltzing with Matilda,
fiddle music in burning Rome.
This is where I work. This is where I live.
Books Available
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Pandemic Configurations
Labels:
free verse,
plague journal,
poetry
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