April showers crash down
and I work
hunched over,
fingers flying across the keys
gotta go faster,
until words per minute
become
beats per minute.
Work getting harder;
I need to be stronger,
set new records
Olympic times for paperwork
until night comes,
and I collapse into bed.
May buds have crept up on me.
I open my eyes to gentle flowers and sunshine.
I’ll let the rush slip away,
lie in the field watch the clouds,
breathe and disappear into the grass
work can wait another day
-Zero
