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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I am finding it very difficult at work these days.




An open door

Working in a house built by others
The foundation precarious
The walls made of bad decisions
Floors made of quicksand
Windows casings out of plumb
Central winds threaten destruction
Eaves blocked with remnants of last year’s results
The shutters hang in disgrace
Missing steps on the front stairs
Be wary of the climb
The supporting pillars do not communicate
The wiring is frazzled
No suggestions from on high
The year is architecturally deficient
Total collapse is imminent
Stuck inside
Looking for an open door

1 comment:

  1. How well I remember, the experience does not fade with the years.

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