It really is difficult 
to concentrate on flights of fancy
when plumbers are in.

Big boots blaze black trails
on carpets, loud, belligerent
sounds clump past my door

wafting pipe-perfume into my air.
Shoulder-tension and resigned thoughts
are the only way to bear such jolts.

Somewhere near my headache
the apple stretches and yawns
as the sound of a drill fights through the wall.
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