The disorderly bench
tools and rubbish haphazardly left
Order hinders creativity
everything needs its place
The smell of burnt wood
cut marks soot filled
saw dust and metal dust
in small galaxies across the floor
cardboard edges almost forming a carpet
The smell of rotting vegetation
10am sun pouring in
through the half opened
corrugated door
stains in the concrete floor
The bathroom door ajar
Work is a reality a whiff of progress
Tasks on a list
energy in the gut
all waiting to be distributed
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