5-minute poem #4

"white beams"

did i write yesterday? no. at work
i looked up, past the beams,
white and criss-crossing,
holding up a ceiling
once above the local grocery,
once above the sisters
bossing little brothers and
still shopping with their mothers,
who were saying, "No, you can't
have that."
"Why?" "Because
it's not good for you."
"Why?" "Because it's got

too much sugar" "WHY?"-
i looked up and past the beams
and through the square skylight
into the grey-gray rained on skies
and sighed...
and set myself again to tasks
i would not choose
at my desk
at the job i wish that i could lose.


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