Mike Bell/ September 14, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

We must imagine
Sisyphus happy –

Camus says to us
boulder-pushers –

uphill rock rollers
[& ready to be run

over ones] – so we
will not feel crush

[or crack] of bone
by slow stone – we

are guided to ply –
hand-&-shoulder –

to heft at a weight
set by a rueful god

[listings of Camus
& his misguiding –

un-advice] – & I will
not know more – A

tumbled stone & a
hill are my enough

to do until I fall – In
my sleep I’ll shove

at that roughness –
& dust [I’m happy]

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