RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Boring Job - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sitting atop a downtown building, taking a break
from a boring job.
Hoping to wake a little from this business sleep,
as the hours have droned on.
Calmly scanning the horizon, looking for something
to catch my eye so I may write about it.
All things and buildings continue to sit immobile,
not caring one iota if anyone can't see through or
write about them.
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