Gaol For Agoraphobics [Today's News Poem, April 1, 2011]
Leap from the floor to the counter.
Knock off the dishes, then land on the floor.
The labors of cat: in the sunbeam;
Gnaw on arachnids in paw,
Open the window—the garden awaits.
The rosemary blossomed this month.
Look at the world. It is freedom,
Smells like a spice on the currents of clouds.
The fences are flimsy, yet bind.
Pick a known path in the tangle.
Slink in the bushes then lay on cement.
The warden of prison appears
Reckless; he staggers down stairwell
Speaks in his language, contains the escape
With some tuna, a scratch for the ears
And a view from the window of mazes—
Abstractions gone monsters in lettuce—
Lock, latch and door.
"The Labor Department will release its monthly snapshot of the job market on Friday, and economists expect it to show that the nation’s employers added about 190,000 jobs in March. With an unemployment rate that has been stubbornly stuck near 9 percent, those workers could be considered lucky. But many of the jobs being added in retail, hospitality and home health care, to name a few categories, are unlikely to pay enough for workers to cover the cost of fundamentals like housing, utilities, food, health care, transportation and, in the case of working parents, child care. "
—MOTOKO RICH, The New York Times, Published: March 31, 2011
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