Clock on
Clock on That steady tread all through the night. Time on the march. Left, right, left, right. Reinforcements, fresh pairs of feet. Up to the front, not in retreat. At break of dawn night march makes sense. Alarm sounds: the office. Let battle commence.
Day 30. Offices
Offices. Here’s a poem by Tom Sastry: http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?m=201501 Offices. PS. Ink Sweat and Tears publish poetry online. Their submission page is here: http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?page_id=23