Here is my poem for last week’s poetry prompt, Maintenance:
The clunks and ticks of our equipment
can be a dull and soothing roar.
But the vigilant who keep things going
listen hard for the coming chores.
Things come loose that will be tightened,
things now stuck that will not budge.
The users have their opinions
but the keepers are the final judge.
Each time you add a new something,
you must decide how to keep it up.
Will you pour your pride into it?
Will it empty or fill your cup?