Home
The smell of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke entered before her.
Well earned dirt beneath each fingernail.
No one noticed.
No one ever noticed.
“Her people”
The non-noticing kind.
The kind who admire hard work and truth.
No matter who provides it or how.
Or, so they thought of themselves.
Yet, she knew better.
As her work worn hand
turned over each
hard earned bill,
she wondered,
where should she go,
be?
Well earned dirt beneath each fingernail.
No one noticed.
No one ever noticed.
“Her people”
The non-noticing kind.
The kind who admire hard work and truth.
No matter who provides it or how.
Or, so they thought of themselves.
Yet, she knew better.
As her work worn hand
turned over each
hard earned bill,
she wondered,
where should she go,
be?
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The description of this individual is fantastic. The closing question and the centered nature of the poem are both really effective. Great work!
Wonderful description of a character and nice reflection at the end
I loved “the non noticing kind”. It says so much to reader and writer alike.
Super work and the summation of this person right on.
Clear capture of culture:
No one noticed.
No one ever noticed.
“Her people”
The non-noticing kind.