Tuesday’s child or Wednesday’s?
Well, one of them worked hard for living.
I did
though some days it didn’t seem so hard
As the plastic chair supporting my rear
on the deck of this trailer park home
where I gaze above a laptop computer
to discover my account has been adjusted.
Above distant rooflines, within a sliver ocean view,
the splashing energy of a passing whale.
I am rich now. Maybe
I always was.
Just didn’t know where to look.
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