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—
