Saturday, April 10, 2010

777 - #6

Friday night at work with Yolanta, the cleaning lady,
no Thursday at 3:30 jaunts to LA on East Coast time.
She prays every day to return again to Poland.
She had a house, a washing machine, real books to read.
She had a job, what I do here, but I, she said
would never understand that kind of world,
the normal one, where living life mattered.