On Anxiety

Paul Klee     gseart.com

Paul Klee    gseart.com

Ah yes
the body
is a ghetto
aches & pains
thrive in the walls
like rats in Warsaw
during great wars
while we peek
out blackout
curtains
certain
death’s
at the door
and the Will
must be done
before the dawn
or no one will know
who’s to get what
of our estate
a gold tooth
clenched
in jaw

“Most things get better by themselves;
most things, in fact, are better in the morning.” ~ Dr. Lewis Thomas

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Anxiety

  1. John says:

    Knock, knock, knocking…

    Liked by 1 person

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