We All Live in a Bagel by Francis Conlon

Francis Conlon | August 11th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments


We All Live in a Bagel

The image of life in a bagel,
Is a delightful, incongruous scene,
Like a Hollow Earth, the occult’s fable,
A mix-up of sizes in a dream.

The picture is not truly real,
Of workers digging excess dough out,
A comfy space has some appeal,
To rest the soul when running about.

This is a matter of perspective,
An invitation for a whimsical view,
To stay or move on is my elective,
I’ll rest a moment and renew.

Then move on together or alone,
Grateful this is made to please,
Fellow workers are not alone,
Wishing for a dollop of cream cheese.

Poet Bio

Francis Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 20 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir State Park in northwestern Colorado. He has published in the local Valley Voice, and in WestWard Quarterly.

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