Another Fine Fix
What can fix this fouled up fix
we sadly find ourselves in?
Could it be a time to be
thankful that we’re trapped within?
Considering that everything
that’s out there is a danger,
the safest place, in any case,
is far away from strangers.
This is my response to Quadrille #104: Oh, We’re in a Fix! —
the prompt from De Jackson at dVersePoets Pub, which is to use the word fix
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons (Harold Lloyd in Safety Last!)