He bags groceries
and dreams of making it big.

A garret in New York,
too small to call a loft,
but after the first book
he’ll buy the whole floor
and call it a penthouse..
an ivory tower
taller than the smokestacks
that he escapes.

But this is a dream
between chapters of inaction.
In truth, his big break
will be a job at the mill,
children that are healthy,
and a wife who does not stray
from the little house with a fence
on a street named after a saint.

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