Day so hot the air conditioners
they run to keep robotics
and computers comfortable
can't quite manage. I hear
one line-chaser wearing black
Harley muscle shirt, cell phone
on his hip like a six shooter,
headed down a Materials aisle
to sneak out early for lunch
on one of the picnic tables
or just out onto the lawn,
describing to his friend
in a pirate's bandana,
the new ergonomic fixture
for installing rear seats
and he uses the word
"behemoth."
–Christopher Dungey, Lapeer
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