Poetry Weaver

Wall Street

graphs display on an ipad

Exuberant pandemonium
as the deafening
rings fill the air
Then finding a break
I make my escape from
this torrid Wall Street affair
As the sun squints
my eyes
I soon agonize
that from
the market
there is no evasion
As I gulp down
my lunch
I catch sight of
the hunch
that I’ve become
just a walking equation.

Skills

Posted on

June 26, 2021

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