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For Labor Day

Laboring in Omaha

 

Chilin’ at a closed

Blue Line Café

Music gets louder

As the closer guy

Closes

He’s tired

Must have been here

For hours

Made me the wrong drink

On the house

 

Hot out

Too hot to go home

To a top floor apartment

With workers

Sanding and painting

Outside the windows

 

At lunch our friend

Served us cheerfully

Standing on her feet all day

With a two month old baby

Cared for by her mother

 

All the construction workers

Right out in the hot sun

Fixing the roads

Trying to beat the harsh winter

Always waiting in the curtains

To tear up more road

For next summer’s workers

 

All these working

By the sweat of their brow

Some making more

Then others

All working for bosses

Who are making more

Then they are

I imagine to the hum

Of the window sander

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

 

 

 

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Omaha

The Omaha winter

Stretches its fingers

Into the fall

With crisp blasts of air

It’s a warning

To prepare

“Don’t take me lightly!”

She says

“I am just around the corner.”

The swirling colors

Of the trees

Take their time

To reply

“OK, OK,

We’re leaving

We’re leaving.”

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