Sitting
in my car
in the office parking garage
this morning
I wanted
to run away.
So what else
is new?
A. C. Fox, Running In Place (2012)
A wealthy friend of mine, endowed with wit,
Charm, a poetic ear and the moxie
To create partnerships that benefit
Multitudes, has, despite a bright, foxy
Merit, fallen on hard times recently.
Not his fault; these recessions do occur.
Fierce investors clamor incessantly
As slashed profits seep, drain, like tainted blood.
It’s no wonder then, sitting in that car,
Facing another day of fretful banks,
The wrath of those (really somewhat bizarre),
Despite the wealth for which they owe him thanks,
That he would, sighing, like to exit from
The pain, responsibility, the rue
That daily torment him, that pounding thrum!
The conundrum? What place could he run to?
(1/23/12)