waiting for
rain.
waiting for work.
looking out
at the dry fields
covered
in ice.
i've sent money out to
several
prosperity preachers,
even Joel Osteen,
and yet
the phone doesn't ring.
i'm high
and dry.
abandoned.
staring out the window.
waiting for
work
again.
i make a sign then
head out
to the curb.
will work for work
it says.
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