this coming weekend
marketa asks about the meaning of labor day
why it's a holiday i begin to explain and realize i don't know
it's just a holiday when everyone gets caught in traffic
it's the unofficial beginning of fall just as memorial day
is the unofficial beginning of summer wikipedia tells me
something else of its genesis as a way to honor the burgeoning
labor movement in america and canada and i think hmm
it's come a long way downhill since then as the labor movement
as a unit was effectively quashed by ronald regan when he fired
the air traffic controllers en masse who had walked out
on strike for better whatever so i tell marketa it’s the unofficial
beginning of fall it’s just a holiday when everyone
gets caught in traffic and we're going to get caught in traffic
on the way to and from the vineyard isn't it grand she's skeptical
~
generally speaking it appears that the labor force
goes fishing or boating on labor day or goes to a ball game
roots roots roots for the home team (be it the a's or the giants)
or perhaps gets away for a few days as well will do
to see friends or family or more simply kick back
and relax or even more simply go to work just like any other day
especially if they're in retail meanwhile those who hire
the laborers and middle managers fly off distant climes
for a few days of much needed indulgence and if i sound
a touch socialist i can't help it i always root for the underdog
(be it the a's or the giants) but i'd rather be a me than a them
knowing all the while it is a false dicotomy there is no
me or them there is only us colin's grandfather is an us owner
manager laborer literally a toiler of the field a true us
~
it's friday evening i have monday off yippee a three-day
weekend and yes we're going to the vineyard
and yes we will get stuck in traffic it will take forever
but that extra day to sleep-in is worth it waking
to the sounds of a tractor in the field instead those horrible
crows in the alleyway behind our apartment or the beepbeepbeep
of the garbage truck backing up we will have fresh orange juice
on the patio after rising early to walk watch the sunrise
though that conflicts with the sleeping-in concept then tomorrow night
we can go dancing if we choose read and help colin on sunday
go home on monday i love the vineyard our home away from home
thank goodness for the vineyard for colin and his grandfather
for yenny for marcy whom is coming on saturday spending the night
if she can get away hip hip hooray for labor day
~
marketa says and i do wish you could hear her accent time to go
time to put down the laptop we're leaving this evening
i say just a sec give me eleven and a half more lines
and i'll be ready which is likely to be true as i'm an efficient
packer and doer of small details like wiping the counters and
taking out the trash making sure the lights are off
and locking the windows but before that i pause and wonder
is there any reason for me to consider more deeply
the meaning of this holiday does it mean anything to me
beyond a three day weekend did it mean anything to my parents
my grandparents what due should i proffer the labor movement
for those benefits that work proffers me i pause and ponder
and conclude it's too vast who's to say what effect it had on history
and myself but i give thanks nonetheless then hit save and publish
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Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2019-08-31 at 02:08
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