– training day –

My feet are in the flames;

can’t find relief now.

Each window in the warehouse

shows a portrait of the worker’s soul.

Young and single…

married with rugrats…

veterans who know the battlefield…

fresher faces still earning their stripes…

frazzled, yet determined working class Americans

in the bosom of summer…

 

and little ol’ me is crashing the party.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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