it sits around too many months.
years now.
throw old house paint away
at the paint dump in Elyria.
the worker guys were jolly, old, heavy, slow.
they gave us cardboard boxes for packing.
Oh well, jolly is too much.
say they're very happy.
then out in the world,
heading to wellington,
streets are dry, traffic light.
stopped to see Tim the clockman,
he'll pack our grandfather clock,
port it to oberlin, oil and set it up.
he wears clothes and glasses
from a hundred years ago.
back to home before returning
to Wellington a second time to do taxes
with another great, easy fellow.
job day, okay. what do you say?
No comments:
Post a Comment