My
Office
My
office? It’s in the garage.
Who
wants to go out there?
Instead,
I use the living room,
In
my recliner chair.
If
family makes too much noise,
I
head back to my room.
I
sit on bed with my laptop
Like
weaver at his loom.
Sometimes
on bright and sunny days
I
tire of work inside.
It’s
out to the front porch I go
And
type while cars go by.
At
times, I’m off to see the world
While
words I unravel.
So
far as my own office goes,
Have
laptop will travel.
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