She Is Bored

a routine for boredom
at 4 o 'clock in the afternoon
she goes to the city
to buy something that must distract
her attention
in this messy hours of the day
when all things simply look the same
indistinguishable

two parts have become too distinct

one part needs a name
the other stays unknown
to keep life interesting.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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