10: 29pm Poem by Camille Briski

10: 29pm



and he put on his red-striped tie.
and he grabbed his worn brown wallet
and he headed to work
where he shuffled papers
because that's what he liked to do
once, only once
he concerned himself with grandiose matters
but then he remembered he had work in the morning
and that's what he liked to do.

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Camille Briski

Camille Briski

Colorado Springs, Colorado
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