it's an American
thing.
this obsessiveness with
work.
how we tell others
how long
how hard the day has
been.
how busy we are.
at the shore with our
lap tops.
on the mountain
with the phone.
hardly a minute goes
by without the ding,
the buzz,
the ring
of each and every
connected gizmo.
our fingers a blur
against the key board.
vacations are non
existent. no holiday
to rest.
Saturday and sunday
mean nothing
anymore. there is no end
to any week.
we are proud of our
work ethic,
the work is never done,
who needs art and books,
films and friends,
who needs the quiet
mediation of a soft rolling
brook,
who needs fun?
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