Poemdog

Dogs 2019

END CYCLE
(8/25/19)


my last
Sunday
at the office

strange

to think
that after
20 years

I'll be
unemployed
at this time
next week

but there's
still
six more days
left
to pretend

to go on
as if this job
will go on

I'll start
at the same
time
each morning

I'll leave
on schedule
each night

only
my tasks
will be
a bit
different

but few
will know
that any change
is afoot

until
one Monday
much too
soon

when I shall
walk again
the daylight
of a weekday

working
on a new
appearance
of occupation