We're Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit
by Ronald J. Hoffman
black sweeps the corner
and leaves a fine residue
feeds the morning mist
shaker shaking fits
the squirrels piled the leaves
in the trees while the crows
watched and had seen
the hawks lying low
waiting in the breeze.
Just around the corner
bank of dread makes
promises for the tastes
you shake up in your head
and while you may
occasionally pay late
their eye is upon you
counting all the ways
you could be dead
And now Winter is upon you
the cold ever near
sawdust in your bones
as you bank your fear
because it doesn't matter
what agency or company it is
someone will always
get what you leave.
Copyright 2017 Ronald J. Hoffman, Roaming Snyder Publishig
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