Midday Blues

Daily Prompt: High Noon
At noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.

Hear the strum & throb in the skin of a song.
The dry water croon of a midday song.
The strum & throb in the hollow of midday gone.

My husband, Sam, is a good good man
He’s waded through water & sifted sand

Laid off two years, going on three
Despondency nettles quiet as a still water sea

A prime candidate, called for many interviews &
Called back two or three times, though in the end,
the fit’s not prime

My Sam’s losing confidence, though he tries to tide it…

Still shrugging, shrugging with that good nature of his,
Joking that lead and wood don’t mix with stylus’

Over the hill, that’s all they can see ‘cause most those
bosses have yet to reach high noon~

Fast-ripe wisdom knows little of intuition or fine contradiction—

Ever realize in the day there’s only one sun, one star in sight
But more than one is apt to shine in the dim blanket of night

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