Forty Hours a Week

How did the day get stolen from underneath my feet?

Friends become strangers cause’ there’s no time to meet

Signing in and out of punch clocks and initialing sheets

Trading the sunlight and hours for dollars seems cheap



But I can’t blame it on the man or systematic rat race

As each day I consciously rush to keep with their pace

And each night I return worn and exhausted from haste

Thanking God in the dark shine’s the moon’s patient face

The Desert's Bloom

I saw him go

I knew he would

and every day that fell from the clock

I loved him more

Watched as he delivered mail for free, danced with other women, around poles

around me

So I tied his shoe laces to my chair

stole his free smile, three seconds selfishly

offered my eyes until he was in my arms

looking back at me

It wasn’t until I kissed him goodbye

that I realized,

flowers in the desert bloom so quickly!

And how lucky was I

before it had come and gone away

Inhaled deeply

the intoxicating bouquet