For the Dog Days of August

Ode to Inertia

O sluggard goddess, elbow on the bar,
thy cheek a-slab thy propping heel of hand,
it’s closing time, and hopes must hustle far
if we’re to find romance by chance, as planned.

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Karl Stull is a retired copywriter and editor. He began in textbook publishing and moved on to marketing. Now he writes for the love of words.