Set It In Concrete Or Under The Glowing Sun

leaving behind the pretense at breath
that keeps us cowed in the dubious cubicles
that keeps us filing S is for Sun

forgetting that there really is one.
there is a sun that flares
and rays a glowing  medallion

all day long as if its shining
were eternal song
while we take time for lunch

then dash like moles
semi home again.
of all things most pitiful under the sun

it is you who barely remember the earth is green
who fester in concrete
waiting to be seen

as the most productive
the most productive
the most productive

mary angela douglas 6 may 2020