Rough Draft

Everything Turns Away

Your day dawns, through the dark curtain’s part light arrives
The planet revolves, somewhere someone’s baby cries
And the unconscious preparations finally are being born
they’re whispering in your ear by the time your dressed
in your uniform

You pick up the phone, call in to work, say your not feeling good
Garage doors are opening, cars pulling out, in your neighborhood
And you quietly clean your room, and with your shiny boot
under your single bed frame you push
your parachute

You sit down at your desk to compose November’s note
In town the school bus stops, each child wears a coat
And you stare in the mirror blindly, trusting you are right
and you walk through the door one last time
after turning out the light

And the gas stations open and the people pump their gas
And no one notices the red car driving past

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