As I watched,
the sun fought clouds
with ridiculous angles
above house rows
on the eastern horizon.
It brought to mind
the many mornings
I'd arrive to work,
be handed a shovel and told
have at it.
That was a long time ago,
but what I realized
as the clouds surrendered
is that I've never been much more
than unskilled labor,
a not unintelligent bullshitter.
With moderate determination,
and simple tools, I have held
slacker tendencies at bay
to edge out mediocrity.
I am a man with a shovel.
I am a partly cloudy day.
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