The Ballad of Rhonda from Customer Support

a sonnet inspired by 'The Seed'

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by Joe Váradi

The crossword on the crosstown, every eve,
Same time, same seat, the old rhythmic routine,
From daily tedium there’s no reprieve,
She travels to and from, unheard, unseen.
Night shift, cube farm, fluorescent overhead,
Coworkers nod politely as they pass,
Then bury their heads in their phones instead…