Blue Collar

her heart
beats a forlorn thump

as she hears her daddy,
blue collar man

brush the cold off his chest
on a Sunday morning

ready for work
on one more reservoir

no time for a crusade
just a living

in this paradigm
of American Dreams

as acute as pinpricks
and just as painful

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