Another Wheelbarrow

rest and look at this screen
isn’t easy on the

meaning of it’s
blinking hum

isn’t

it simply sinking
emotion like a thumb

down the throat of this
moment where we all are

on a boat and it’s teeter-tottering
pollution-clouds over head, distant
factories, galaxies

sand-particles, each
lung

contains seconds left till
dinner, never an

ovule too soon
only hear sunset smoke

ejects from the hole
where the sun

was

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