Impromptu Friday poem.

What Work Is For

Hurry home through the warm bright afternoon

with a load of students’ work to read,

your laptop wheezing in your bag,

to whirl white sheets into the cold machine

and pin them to the line to catch

the last two hours of sunlight in

the last September of the year,

and let the soft wind lift them, free.

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