Sometimes he sits
in his big chair.
Sometimes he imagines
that he is transformed
into a church bell
that is waiting
to be rung.
There is a Song Called Winter Into Spring
Third Grade Reading
“You just don’t fit in here.” That was an exact quote from a man who wouldn’t hire me for a job that I could do in my sleep.
He never said, but implied: “I won’t bother you with elaborating on that statement. Come on. Trust me.”
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