lunch break #2

the late summer breeze

shakes down to my knees

as i sit on this bench

by the working man's fence

where the great tarmac road

like a grey river flows

swoosh past my feet

to the nighttime retreat

and leaves laugh above

my skull nailed tough

to the winding routine

of a dizzying scene

& I sit as I wait

for the future's fresh take

on my spluttering mind

through the dark fiery vine

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