Knocking Off
There’s a daily air of I told
you so that comes with every
shift—spacing out on the job over
potato chips and fake news.
They even got their claws into
my fine tuned lyrics once,
but they need perfect pitch
to know the difference between
bergamote and mandarin—not
fine tooth combs for removing
wax or dead cell plaque
from static cotton wool lugs.
I had an inkling it might come
down to this one day – getting
to the gist of it all – grafting
away at translation communiqués.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 