MICHIGAN PUEBLO part iii

snow shower —
a plate of fries
drenched in salt

snow shower —
i am drowned in it
spilt salt

snowflakes —
at finger tips
salted fries

noticing
the weight of snowflakes
poured salt

such an accumulation
of sunshine…
squeezed mustard

golden sunset
drips down…
squeezed mustard

sun on the horizon…
a dollop of mustard
rises

evening sun
sitting for a while…
a dollop of mustard

dwindling sunshine
the mustard drips slowly
from the bottle

dappled sunlight
a long burst of mustard
from the bottle

PUEBLO MICHIGAN

Dear reader(s), I would like to introduce to you a new series in regards to my workplace observations. And let me tell you that there are many observations to be had in just one daily shift. Keep in mind reader(s), that I can work anywhere from eight to twelve hours in just one day. To many, a twelve hour work-shift is nothing. To a 41 year old who has just returned to the workforce after nearly a twenty-year medical hiatus, these hours are brutal, especially to my feet and sometimes, swollen ankles.

Pueblo, Michigan is half of a full truth. I am not going to inform you, reader(s) of my exact working location, but I am willing to say it is in the state of Michigan, obviously as the title implies. And like any workplace of this world, this place has its daily dramas, tantrums and other lively forms of visual entertainments that could be enjoyed by some and or make disgusted by the others.

To avoid legal issues, not that there should be any legal issues, this eye-witnessing observer is changing names and or deleting them completely. I too shall use metaphors when possible to explain my observation(s). Now keep in mind, that some events shall be modified to avoid any exaggerated experience (though not much by the stretch of the human understanding) or perhaps just the opposite to show some levity and or brevity of an experience endured.

If you are still interested in my daily activities, I ask you to follow along of this new series. Note also that not all these experiences or activities had shall be posted the day of. My work-hours are long, my energy wanes. Still, I am hoping to share this part of my life with you.

Sincerely,
Madasahatter

into a bowl
a waitress scoops
day moons

vanilla ice cream
so many scoops come
in the shape of a day moon

day moon
ordering vanilla ice cream
at the restaurant