When a Workman Leaves
if a workman leaves he might be gone forever
without finishing the job
we had a workman who would do this
If he took his tools we knew there was no predicting if he would return
Today we heard our workmen leave
I ran outside, my heart thumping
their tools were still here
I began to breathe
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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