Recess (A Poem)

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This poem is unsarcastically dedicated to the 150+ individuals who apply for every job I apply for and everyone else who is job searching. You may be my competition, but we’re all in this together.

Recess
Zack Ford – May 2, 2010

I sing myself

With notes unwritten

The verse lost in trite strophes

Of years gone by.

I dream the Dream

I long knew a myth

For I know not what else to dream

And now wonder if I dream at all.

A crisp bell resonates

Through lofty windows summoning

But with nary a door to enter

I remain perched on hot rubber mulch.

The game plays on without a turn

The bell rings frequent irregular intervals

Soon a door will open for me

“Soon,” Godot says, “…soon.”

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