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gallows on the rooftop where window washers go                             to suspend metal gibbet             quick hinge, raise and lock secure against the weather whipped                                   combed and packed snow     ice crusted dunes strain the winds over the buildings roofing                                  an extreme combing exposure                                  doubtlessly they'll be no labor done today On the seventh floor i watch from behind               an environment sealed window               wolfing my lunch on a short break                                 in the warm fire escape i watch a solitary worker is ejected from a hatch in the exterior wall                                       cuffed by a spasm of wind he descends a short bolted ladder               and makes a geared approach crouching his weight against the wind             he drags a heavy kit             mummified in protective clothing               passing my spot and he then heads outward                     towards the bounds of the rooftop he mends a stable stance one foot close to the edge the rest of him in a low defensive pose clips his harness to the gallows stands to take a confident beating             of the breath stealing                       brawling winter gale he radios for the gantry to be raised
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Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC
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gallows on the rooftop where window washers go                             to suspend metal gibbet             quick hinge, raise and lock secure against the weather whipped                                   combed and packed snow     ice crusted dunes strain the winds over the buildings roofing                                  an extreme combing exposure                                  doubtlessly they'll be no labor done today On the seventh floor i watch from behind               an environment sealed window               wolfing my lunch on a short break                                 in the warm fire escape i watch a solitary worker is ejected from a hatch in the exterior wall                                       cuffed by a spasm of wind he descends a short bolted ladder               and makes a geared approach crouching his weight against the wind             he drags a heavy kit             mummified in protective clothing               passing my spot and he then heads outward                     towards the bounds of the rooftop he mends a stable stance one foot close to the edge the rest of him in a low defensive pose clips his harness to the gallows stands to take a confident beating             of the breath stealing                       brawling winter gale he radios for the gantry to be raised
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Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC
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