Ten Miles South

Repeating on and on without changing,

the boredom settled in

 

Lost in endless repetition,

ten miles South of what might have been

 

A broken record skipping, skipping,

the groundhog’s prediction thin

 

Burrowing out the same old hole

—ten miles South of what might have been

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

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