a Distressful day finds me
a Distressful day finds me
and at work
the air conditioner is on
and I am catching flue
from a colleague.
At a robot a oversized trailer
hits me against the leg,
while the truck thug
turns with purpose wider than his lane
and drives away into intractability.
At the front gate
the motorbike’s gear leaver
comes loose
and I can find no gear.
Kyla belches and I hear
that my darling is away with her
to make a end
to her life.
When the car stops at the back door.
I know that God
answers prayers
and see that our big old black dog
is still alive,
as no vet
could find a vain on her
and her tail swings to and thro
when she sees me
and in a day or two
she’s well again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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