with the dedication of dripping water droplets
trees
in the canopy bow in reverence
murky
rivers take their turn
a
welder's arc at minimum wage
from
a darkened garage
oily
skin takes in all the grit
then
screams for a cold shower
a
jackhammer labors up the avenue
there's
no beauty in the work-a-day world
the
vans carry the immobile to the hospital
coal
mine subsidence sinks another hillside
and
yet the summer
has
not yet begun
--- e b bortz
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