1- soot dusted space morning sun glare floor to ceiling windows leak streaked inside from too much rain cubicle of cubicles the corporate sweatshop that devoured me
2- down, down, downsized from a one hundred year old money-trap, a thousand square feet of accumulated stuff to lose, memories are not things, to a forever home in the Blue Ridge foothills with undressed windows, ambient green
3- the pandemic, people were dying, they told us, “pack everything, work from home”, a few weeks turned into months into years from cubicle to corner nook sheltered, stir crazy, in place hummingbirds at the window squirrels in the hickory trees
4- i don’t miss the commute from dark dawn to dark dusk the break room chatter, gossip, office politics ugly they’re telling us, “pack everything, come back to the cubicles”, but i have decided to stay where life has balance, home where my heart is
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty-Three: write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
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