Employment

At the shiny 8am traffic island,
two freshly employed and eager
young triangular flamingoes arrive
pressed between hardboard, balloons
on their backs announcing deals of the day.

At 5pm, they stuff pale clipped wings
back into hooded jackets and wade
away through pollutant traffic haze,
deflated balloons bobbing, filtering
disappointment through turned down beaks.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

8 thoughts on “Employment”

  1. Sometimes we must do a job we are not fond of to pay the bills…
    One of my first jobs was working in such a small fast food place that there wasn’t any indoor space for dining. Just pick up…fried or baked chicken…

    Thanks for your visits…I’m attempting to catch up.

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