The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2024
The Wheel
although it seems not
to pass
it does
thumping through
the day
like
it has a
flat
[or
at
least
a
slow
leak]
it does move
in
cycles
revolving
re
peating
but
only events
like empty
calls and silent
messages
i'd
try to stay awake
through it
all
but
i
know
i can't
going by
coming
back
and
always
more
and
more
encumbered
[little
stones
picked
up
from
the
driveway
bits
of
clagg
stuck
to
the tread]
heavier
each time
a greater
burden
but
no connections
no
completions
unstoppable
undivertable