The Ritual


It seemed to go off like clockwork
With lunch pail in hand I left
And cold were the late autumn’s clutches
The trees all denuded, bereft.

And no time to waste being groggy
The bus would be on-time for sure
Already the pulse of the factory
Winding up for a hard day. Endure.

And looking back once to our semi
An upper right window the spot
A curtain pulled back by a youngster
His wave I have never forgot.

http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2009/06/god-comes-to-my-job.html

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