the sound of leaves
crunching under my feet ...
laid off
the stop, go, stop
of this gig work life ...
rush hour traffic
last bus ride
office tower shadows drift
across my tired face
long time no see ...
plumes of breath between me
and my former boss
laid off again ...
I gaze at the winter skies
one cloud at a time
Frogpond, 48:1, Winter 2025
Editors' Comments: Nicholas Klacsanzky says the variation “has depth with tones of spirituality and different layers of meaning. And Jacob D. Salzer appreciate your honesty and crisp images, and your emotional vulnerability in this piece.
