Solitude

Throughout the asphalt inner city core,
the struggles for attainment and success
are hemmed in clutter and the crowded floor,
the fear of losing driven by noblesse.

The workers in this hive with deft command
can navigate the paper and the pace,
they know that only rested minds can stand
the pressures of the job and making chase.

On weekends these marauders slow it down,
they make their way to open space, withdrawn
from paper jungles or the tux and gown,
and search for solitude and dreams foregone.

Published in "Trappings of the Years" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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