Friday 18 February 2022
\Languishing Destiny/
The mine is at a standstill, its machinery
And plant dilapidated. In his crumbling office
The manager sends messages on rolls of parchment,
Better than email. Ancient lawyers assist.
Her hedge fund lost half its value in a year
While market prices masked the nation's commerce.
Her five-year-old son carries a huge shopping bag
To fill with toys and snacks, then give them away.
She stands on an eminent rock above a turbulent sea
Of contending forces. Not popular, she is stolid
Above the waves. A merman stands with her, face to
Face, clasping her hands. Contrary forces unite.
The mine and hedge fund languish. The boy joys in
His wealth of fun. The couple intuit destiny.
{Friday} /Languishing Destiny\
Cosmic Piper
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