In the weather. In the pane Of glass the tired inspector spots, Stopping the belt that brings The windows of unbuilt houses Up to her with a childish earnestness, For hours. In her shift. In the voice of her mother In the break room on the phone.
Break
Break
Break
In the weather. In the pane Of glass the tired inspector spots, Stopping the belt that brings The windows of unbuilt houses Up to her with a childish earnestness, For hours. In her shift. In the voice of her mother In the break room on the phone.