I wrote this at the beginning of summer, and this is one of the only pieces I actually edited after having written it. I asked teachers and poets and friends for constructive criticism (part of the influence for the title) until this came about. Not yet sure if I'm happy with it, but enjoy!
You sit in your concrete boxes
clattering on your computers or cramming
crap down your throat refusing to chew or
forgetting to catch your breath
'cause time is cut short.
A leaf is rustled off its branch,
and floats gently through the air,
only to get trapped in the cogs of your life.
Error.
Error.
Wonderful insight into an ever increasing problem Julia, well done. Fondly, Jerry