For Now

Beneath three fashion magazines
and Sunday's copy of the Times,
mages wage an ancient war
within the wood we lean our feet,
waiting for their interim tomb
to fade - and then this living room
their final feud, to fail or free.
For now, we rest and watch TV.

For Now © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 26, 2019