Lazy drag of the feet.
Long cotton; a uniform
for when the golden ball rests.
Buzz of the day's work
as hunger's home is fed.
Stretched arms; home to the slender plastic
expected to feed the depth of the belly
a ritual to survive the next rising of the ball.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of imagination
Short StoryThis is a collection of the short stories I write in my spare time. Poems will sometimes he included too
