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POEM: Credit Line

Credit Line

Playing MJ Lenderman on the radio.
He’s having a moment.
I guess we all are,
in a manner of speaking.
It was cloudy but the sun’s out now,
shining on the trees outside the studio.
They might be big bushes.
I never was very good at identifying things.
Paths, purposes, plans:
I know people have them but I can’t find mine.
My friend says the secret is credit card debt.
My limit was just extended.
Is this my guru on the mountaintop?
Save me, Capital One. I’m ready.

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18 November 2024
Charlottesville VA

Published in My poems Poetry

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