One Hundred Years of Solitude

Buzz-saw construction sounds
Drag me from my dreams.

Itching nose, scratchy eyes
Herald neighbor’s morning cigarette.

Birdsong drowned by honking horns
Carpool drivers anxious, going nowhere fast.

News reports drone from the kitchen radio
Telling husband what I read last night.

“Train is approaching the crossing,
Please stay off the tracks.”

Smile pasted on for coworkers
Chit-chat and get to work.

Wheel spins and clanks on grocery cart,
Let’s cut this shopping short.

Dinner’s done, kids are fed
Good night songs sung, stories read.

This quiet hour, this time tonight
This rest before the morning light,
My hundred years of solitude.


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