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Night Shift

Dawit Bekele

Free verse · Work

The building is mine from ten until six.I know which lights hum, which doors lie.I mop the floor of an officewhere a man I'll never meet decides my hours.

At dawn I ride the train home against the crowd —everyone going to the day I just finished.

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