Friday, July 10, 2009

Bored at Work

in my cubicle
i stare at my computer.
how many hours left?

the sun outside shines
and beckons my bicycle
to emerge proudly.

yet i sit instead,
chained to this grey, lamplit desk,
and daydream of sky.

1 comment:

Joannie said...

And later you fly around the track, flung forward from your partner's hand.

Thanks for the poem.