The sun
BEAT
Down.

Engines oVeRhEaTeD!
Tempers !!EXPLODED!!

From one office…
to the next…

Back

and

Forth –

Asking for a job.

Home offered no relief
Welcomed by a sinkful of dishes,
Laundry piled high…

No place to turn!

A sore,

tired body…

Frustrated weeping…

I could use a HUG.

July 7, 1988

Tags: Poetry

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