Without Work

by Jane Huffman

Without work
I’m still
Sure work will come

It always does
Like flu

Expects to find
A lung
Or drought

The desultory
Ember

In the stove-
Lengths

And the leaves
I hope
For accident

To be bowled
Down pat
Dry sent home

Where work
Will wait

For me
Expectantly

Behind
The eaves
And wave its

Broken plank
At me





Last updated December 03, 2022