workday residue

The scaffolding outside rattles in the wind,  

its joints remembering the weight of workers.  

On my desk-  

a stack of receipts,  

ink already fading,  

edges curled like tired hands.  

The room is empty,  

but the residue of voices  

still leans against the walls.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

It’s great writing when one can make simple ordinary moments, simple ordinary things fresh and interesting. Well done.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Yes! And that is the best. Like that old saying about the best things in life being free. Thanks, Michael 🙏🕊️