William Doreski

Flag in the Breeze


Stiff in gray air, a flag accents
a slab of industrial landscape.
Dull windowless metal-sided
warehouse capped with ventilators.

Who works in such a bland setting?
I lasted two weeks in Hallmark
Cards’ facility in Enfield,
sorting greetings for shipment,

unloading boxcars arriving
from Kansas, where steam presses
spewed thousands of glitzy cards
for birthdays, graduations, griefs.

I couldn’t take all that sentiment
and quit to paint snowplows orange
at the state highway garage.
Rushing past this warehouse with flag

proud on its stem, I remember
orange paint in my hair, everywhere.
Scrubbing myself for date nights
nearly deprived me of my skin.

Still, I liked working outdoors.
just as I like traveling by train
past these ordinary places
that adroitly rhyme with my life.