Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #349
The Double Shift
by Belinda Roddie
The double shift meant over fourteen hours
tending to the store while my boss was out
drinking with buddies. As I arranged flowers
and swept the floor, I let my body slouch
into the nearest chair. I was so tired
that I could see new colors on the wall.
I knew that this would happen when they hired
me; they thought I was young enough to call
in and overwork without killing me.
After my brief reprieve, I then dusted,
restocked, and cleaned until my energy
was depleted like a deep riverbed
sucked dry from drought. Then the first customer
of the morning came in, and I loved her.
by Belinda Roddie
The double shift meant over fourteen hours
tending to the store while my boss was out
drinking with buddies. As I arranged flowers
and swept the floor, I let my body slouch
into the nearest chair. I was so tired
that I could see new colors on the wall.
I knew that this would happen when they hired
me; they thought I was young enough to call
in and overwork without killing me.
After my brief reprieve, I then dusted,
restocked, and cleaned until my energy
was depleted like a deep riverbed
sucked dry from drought. Then the first customer
of the morning came in, and I loved her.
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