He was generally known to be shiftless, going nowhere.
Truly, his idea of a career was dawdling in pleasure;
sitting on a deck, drinking a few beers, reading,
waiting for words to coalesce, imagining impossibilities:
A kind of intensity and freedom found in no cubicle.
Then he discovered as a poet people considered his shiftlessness work.
He wasn't merely loafing, he was on a career path.
It didn't pay much and chances for advancement were slim.
But that didn't matter, he was finally going somewhere,
even if that somewhere was nowhere, right back where he'd begun.
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