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Still Life........................................... Isaac James
Involuntary Service
free verse by Tomas Li
On the edge of the balcony, I bend ninety degrees–no goggles, no harness, not even a helmet. I frown at the stack of debris–dark, brownish purple. Cigarette smells escape from the facade. Age leaves yellow stains on worn-of paint. After hours of construction, I’m soaked with sweat under the roasting sun. A single PBJ for lunch. “Is it four yet?” “Twenty minutes.” Submerged in exhaustion, I have no sense of accomplishment, just the uncomfortableness from helping. Tere’s still a lesson to learn.
Woodberry Forest School 107
