Wednesday, September 28, 2011

so I watch feet slog heavily down a ramp

to their cars to call it a day and go home

it could be any workplace anywhere in the world

at any quitting time there is

the line thinned out a long time ago

I stayed because there was

nowhere else I wanted to be

I love places where nothing is happening

after a day of non-stop activity

I like the contrast between

my strokes and the architecture

dormant with the day's vacancy

and my love of stasis

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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