Ode to Willy Loman

Oh, we’ll fix the car and the shower –

the car that lurches, the shower that leaks –

and clean up the piles

of crap we don’t need.

And I’ll remember my wallet

before I bike to the station,

and my hat won’t be lost

for the twenty-third time.

But and yet still

thy will

won’t be in any of it

(or will) as trains pass

and doors close

and faces watch

the city aglow.

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