Last Days of a Window Cleaner
Sometimes
on a
hot windy
day on
the top
rung of a
tall ladder
perched precariously
in a
swath of
juniper,
a screen in
one hand &
a squeegee in
the other,
I think:
you’ve got
to be
kidding me.
Sometimes
on a
hot windy
day on
the top
rung of a
tall ladder
perched precariously
in a
swath of
juniper,
a screen in
one hand &
a squeegee in
the other,
I think:
you’ve got
to be
kidding me.
Filed under poems & short jabs