June at the Plant
The days have lengthened to
the point where you can see
the tips of sunrise on our
dark sojourn to the job in the early
hours, the sky still sleepy-tinged,
groggy. The parking lot at work
is surprisingly lit, peppered
with headlights of cars idling.
The denial that the day is
already started, a few more
minutes of fitful sleep,
reclined in the driver’s seat.
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This captures the scene and the feel exactly as it should.
Love it, Geoff! Great subtle feeling here, and wonderfully clear.
love the specificity of the moment captured
You captured an ordinary moment with vivid images and lyrics!
The song of the working man, written on a blue collar, with pigment suspended in the sweat of your brow for ink and pride in the sacrifices made for family.
From the “tip of sunrise” to the “The denial that the day is
already started”, i love everything about your poem.
This is a lovely image. I can picture it so clearly!
Love this. Precise and clear piece