Seven-thirty summer morning
sweating and rumpled
the red-faced man
struggles up the sidewalk
two boxes stacked up
his arms splayed wide to hold them
he goes stutter-stepping swaybacked
radiating the kind of cheerful
where carrying too-heavy boxes
on a sultry morning
is just a minor inconvenience


4 thoughts on “Administrator

    • I based this poem on a guy I saw, and what struck me was, despite all the struggling in the hot weather, he really did look cheerful about it all. That has stayed with me.

    • I like that idea. They are badly needed supplies. Or books he can’t wait to read. Or lots of art supplies he will hand out to students and also get to use them himself. It’s really nice to think of all the scenarios.

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