last days of a window cleaner

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.

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