The happy purr of a broken fridge
That keeps a background score
To the orchestra of other broken things
A stressed pressure cooker, and more
Time killed at the hands of clocks
As alarms and cell phone reminders sing,
Seconds, minutes and hours spent
In making a respectable living
A stable baseline, with a whiny pump
Not loud enough to be annoying
Happiness as absence of angst
Where everything seems, just fine.
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