Effort Stories

There're crawly things down there. Damp and dusty and moldy. Has to be done. Maybe a drain needs to be snaked out. Costs a lot. Maybe you're the only one can crawl through. Someone has to do it. Once, long ago, your dad was too old and you did the job. The last time you were older than your dad had been. But, still, you're doing the work. Doing dirty jobs that need to be done. Some have never had dirty hands. Not literall...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,There are footsteps in the stardustWhere the diamonds of the sunCause a waterfall of velvet heatAnd shining shards of opal tearsTo stream on the horizon onThe edge of nightfall's waningWhere the dank abyss is hiding'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.Sunshine old and mellowLifts me airborne raised...