1923

Getting back to my desk,
A 1923 work desk from somewhere,
Just a big space, with peeling veneer,
Paint splotches, and cracks like wrinkles,
Man, it’s been too long,
Sitting at the dining room table
These last few months,
Not getting anywhere, not going anywhere,
And losing the connection with my comfortable place,
Myself,
Others.
Tonight I’m there,
Listening to some sappy country music,
Outlining a real attempt at a real novel, and
Wondering if my dog will get out to the middle of my bed.
Sure is great to be back at my desk.

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