Thursday, March 21, 2019

The Sun Comes by Wayne F. Burke

The sun comes
out and
dispels any
doubt of
the day or
season,
but too late
for me,
you know the
reason:
work to go to,
3 o’clock,
oh when will
I be
free of this
wage-slave life,
and able to
wander through the
day
at my leisure
following Missus Whim?









About Wayne F. Burke: 

Wayne F. Burke has published six full-length volumes of poetry, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019).
A link to the book:


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