The Boss
An hour could pass
as a bear rolls around
My twin den sinks in
but the spring buds abound
Nine hours too little
my email chirps red
Anne asks to stay home
I grant her some rest
Husband makes tea
Goes in for the kiss
With anxious foreshadow
I check my wrist
My heartbeat picks up
As I breathe out a chill
Pondering the mirror, too
young to fit the bill?
The metro box squeals
Bullies west down the street
To a ripe enterprise
In lax Venice Beach
Anti-harassment
Rehearsing the speech
But my team could mock
Unlike backs of seats
The brick pillars smile
My bag swings up the stairs
Riddled with faults
But they know that I care
Good morning one sighs
Coffee hot at my leisure
The boss to whom cares
My unexpected pleasure