the agent

A Poem by anais.vionet

In fashion (and politics) one day you're in... and the next day you're out.

Mad kings are sly Devils,
and like math homework,
they’re hard to get rid of.

Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.

You find yourself the airline
agent, “Sorry sir, your departure
is booked and ticket printed -
please proceed to the gate."

© 2020 anais.vionet

Author's Note

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Coyote Poetry

I do agree dear Anais. In my lifetime. I left countries to escape people and places. Somethings, seem like they are following us. I liked the honest tone of the words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote