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David Bristol

While others vacation
I drive in the sun
to work, happy.
Suddenly, my arms grow leaden
on the wheel.
I am here alone
no hand holding, no news,
waiting for a bounce.
"Who will watch these things?"
Left alone with my stocks
I'll hover too close
stunting their growth like a mother
who's heard too many quartets.

 

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