THE MONOTONY OF HABITA Poem by Mike KeenanTHE MONOTONY OF HABIT
Without complaint, the chestnut gelding bears the weight of heavy German tourists, responds sluggishly to repeated kicks against its ribs; single file it plods along the mountain crest as a narrow river winds below, snakelike - coiling backwards, unsure of direction, but the horse follows this tedious route three times a day like a public transit bus reduced to the monotony of schedule. It has discarded the idea of a sudden bolt, rearing up, discarding passenger, a plunge to certain death.
The alarm clock rings abruptly at seven, and off it walks to work each and every day.
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Added on March 15, 2022 Last Updated on March 15, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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