Adrift

the sound of leaves
crunching under my feet . . .
laid off

the stop, go, stop
of this gig work life . . .
rush hour traffic

last bus ride
office tower shadows drift
across my tired face

long time no see . . .
plumes of breath between me
and my former boss

laid off again . . .
I gaze at the winter skies
one cloud at a time

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