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April 1, 2014 : Sloth Life

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You make a lot of noise,
for the body inside a T-shirt
that sports a stoned-looking sloth;

Abrasive grinding whir!

I've watched you through the library returns slot for weeks,
building and concreting
the nearest cafe's staff deck;

Ear-splitting squeal!

I couldn't pick you out in a police line-up,
but trust
I won't have cause to;

Power tool revs!

Your T-shirt quietly speaks
louder than acquaintance
ever could;

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Although the summer is Indian -
and you'd rather be hugging a tree
you remain obscured, face bent to task;

Zippo click, hiss, whir and flick.

Exhaling a smoke signal,
you take a break from fashioning timber in the name of industry,
while your chest sleepily smiles.