Smokestack clouds,
these are the factory days.
We’re in and out.
Our brains assembly lines,
exhausted by monotony.
Damp conditions–
boiler sun explodes.
Emotional shutdown.
Death from daybreak on a
broken drive belt road.
Fall is for the working class.
Leaves like graduation caps,
worn once then tossed away.
On the shop floor,
no keepsakes.
Prepare the soul
for low lighting days.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Cover Art: (Untitled) New York,, ca. 1931 Edward Bruce
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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