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Falcon, Horses, Irish Wolfhound, Jobs, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Priorities, Ravens, Soul, Spirit, Work
The crippling desk, for six years,
granite topped, and bright
with the computer’s glare,
the tapping of keys,
the winding path of a mouse,
the click, click, clicking,
a sickening tick-tock of life.
Today, I say goodbye,
trade you in for a beautiful chaos,
throw myself to the world,
the raven, the falcon who tried to enter
through the upstairs window,
the horses and wolfhounds,
with their joyful lope and pounding
of the ground, the music, the words,
the gray, but wide-open sky.
