A Hot Gray Overcast Afternoon

A Hot Gray Overcast Afternoon

The drone of cars
filters through the closed window
a dull rough rotating sound
hopeless somehow
like the whine of a drill
struggling to cut into an object
too dense for the bit
in ragged stops and starts of energy
moving inverse to the disappointment.
Rise and fade Rise and fade Rise and fade.
I hear the cars pass on the road.
It never ends
and it never gets anywhere.


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