Morning breaks then enter
all the usual formalities
"Morning, sorry i'm late"
Dust off the day before
and space the hanging cloth
with the precision of fingers.
Meet, greet, smile.
Sometimes i'm happy here, content
purely in the minimal amount of work in the morning
standing around talking.
Mostly it's too much time to think
and all the cotton and wool at my hands
is not enough to insulate a cold thought.
The only thing that changes is the faces
age and race
even some of them are just repeats.
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