Comforts

A pint on a Monday - at lunchtime?
Things must be bad - Michael -
And so they are - but I only offer lies
above salted crumbs on my table -
small pieces - but shiftable boulders
to summer's soon-invigorated ants -
able to heft such burdens of others'
relative insignificance - of leftovers -
But . . .

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