doldrums

april sounds
it’s final cry
the heat returns
to texas.

yet i
am checked out.

longing
for new horizons
different sounds
than the mockingbirds
and ravens.

yet here i sit
with coffee
dreading the commute
to another day
in the same
congestion.

another
nameless white blood cell
traveling
to the spleen.

back to writing
this evening.

searching for the escape
from the doldrums
of running
in circles.

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