I stand and listen, head bowed,
to my inner complaint.
Persons passing by think
I am searching for a lost coin.
You-re fired, I yell inside
after an especially bad episode.
I-m letting you go without notice
or terminal pay. You just lost
another chance to make good.
But then I watch myself standing at the exit,
depressed and about to leave,
and wave myself back in wearily,
for who else could I get in my place
to do the job in dark, airless conditions?
Self-employed: For Harvey Shapiro
David Ignatow
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