Tuesday, October 21, 2014

WORKS PROGRESS

On the bright side—if you weren't so ensconced 
in such a
rather stiff 

and gray 
nonchalance yourself—

you would likely
burn out—
long before ever even

coming close
to looking 
up and appreciating—the morning shift's huge

and shiftless
daub of clouds—a whole crew just sort of loafing 

around—so beautifully 
unruffled—

and detached 
from their 
vocation—cold-patching 

all—or some 
or most—
of the holes

in a public space that sure didn't 
seem to need 
any 

fixing yesterday—