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First Work Day
larrylark

He stands, newly planted,
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with feet of clay.
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No back or beyond,
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fingers barely warmed for work.
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Soft, malleable,
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not one callous formed across his mind.
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A road ahead is sought, unknowable as dust
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blown from distant lands.
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The station lies silent, misted.
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Train or bus will soon arrive.
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Filled with those who will scrutinize,
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vaguely remembering the day they took root.
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Began to wither on the vine.
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4 Jul 17


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