Lesson 11: In The Palm of Your Hand

The focus of the poem is my father,
He is wearing a bright blue polo 
and some khakis,
He's smiling wide,
In front of a lush background,
The picture is being shot for his resume,
It's cropped to then only show him from
the waist up,
He looks professional.
Ready to conquer whatever life brings his way,
To serve his community and 
get his first job here in Minnesota,
He's proud to be back in his home,
The great Midwest.
Part 2:
In the cold concrete jungle,
The city that never sleeps,
The golden heart of capitalism,
and the home of Wallstreet,
New York City,
Thousands of feet in the air 
are men sent to complete Rockefeller tower,
The societal butts of the bread loaf,
Much like those they are eating,
Suspended on a beam over the modern world,
The sandwich tastes good,
Like mayonnaise and turkey,
Blended together for a savory taste,
And the breeze this high up
is a relief from the heat of labor.

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