A Poem — “Million Jobs”

 

My toilet got clogged.

Again.

 

Plumber says

he’ll replace the drainage,

install a new bowl.

 

I consult an engineer.

 

He says

a 4-foot pipe

cannot substitute

a 7-foot,

and the new bowl

is far too small

for the task;

the fix will only aggravate the problem.

 

I sign the work order,

hand it to the plumber.

 

His math may be flawed,

but he’s the only one in town

who came up with a plan.

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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