The Conglomerate Lode

So endless the week appears

Five days this task

Eight hours each, two teams of ten

Merchandise shifts, rearranged in Renton, Washington

Dust swirls, the nose overburden

Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo

Final day mini-trip

Local lake I park

Waves slap on shore near and far

Mountains rise the backdrop

Clouds grey and dark the painting complete

Homes, hundreds, eat into

Nevertheless mind at ease

Raft of ducks navigate the tide

Moored boats mimic the ride

Seagulls perch on shore, wind rustles

I am captivated, I am adrift

So serene, yet so alive

For a brief breath of time work aside

Alas, time to go

I back out, to the show

Seagulls block the path, yet slowly part

Will they let me go or attack?

No time work beckons.