truck sitting, parking lot blues
waiting for the courage to go in
"to work"
"to work"
big sigh and begin
over shards of glass
past graffiti trash
crowds storming forward
to see the blows reign
and the wet face of pain
trying to look tough
alarms pulled
fires lit, dumpster smolders
I stand amazed,
in this bureaucratic craze:
as the admin team steps in,
but don't step up
Kid says: "this your job?"
it is
witness close and true
then papers, forms, reports
all adjective free
files of blood, glass, and tears
Don't believe we've met yet, Old Ollie. Nice reading your work. Does sound like a pretty difficult day!
ReplyDeleteYou have been inspired to write a great poem. Thank, Ollie
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteIt certainly felt like you had just about had enough of that day!
A wonderful read and response to the poetry prompt.
Eileen
Great read - difficult job! So well done, thank you!
ReplyDeleteI think I've seen your name before. It was indeed a hard day/1
ReplyDeletelife is full of drama here..
ReplyDeletehope that you find peace at last.
powerful piece,
well done!
A very descriptive piece Ollie. I particularly liked the concluding stanza - very powerful.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie you are a pretty good guy with a pretty tough job. Great Think Tank! Hope you have a good weekend! :-)
ReplyDeletestep in but not up... love it. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteYour poem spoke to me, and voiced the helplessness we, as educators, feel at times. Have you seen Waiting for Superman? i hear it's excellent and am planning on seeing it.
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