a day of work

is there anything better

than a days work
in the boil of a july sun,

at end.
walking home
with friends. the dust
still

alive on your skin.
the rash
of sweat, the leathered grin.

wages in hand.
the hot meal
awaits. a loved one at the
door
who will welcome you in.
missed,

and waiting your return.
the cool
shower, the soap, the weary
bones

alive, and will be ready
in the morning

to do it all over again.

but first there's dinner,
there's love.
there's

the stars at night,
then dreams.