Thinking of Work

James Shea

 
A brief storm
blew the earth clean.
There was much
to do: sun to put up,
clouds to put out,
blue to install,
limbs to remove,
grass to implant.
(The grass failed.
We ordered new grass.)
A limb had cracked
in half in the short storm,
short with its feeling.
We saw its innards,
all the hollow places.
Something flew out of
the window and then
the window flew out of the window.
 
Copyright 2012 by James Shea. Used with permission of the author.

Further Reading

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Song of the Shirt
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Testament
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