Sunday Poem: “Million Jobs”


My toilet got clogged.



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.


By Shai Ben-Shalom

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