For Whom II

When I leave my job for the last time, whether
fired or quitting triumphant for a moment, either
looking forward to a new job until the same
disappointment there sets in or
going away forever from work altogether,
more on that later, I wonder whether
anyone will remark or recall how I
rapped a knuckle on the metal
tubes and rails in the elevators
to create a sound not unlike a train bell or the bell on a buoy offshore,
a distant faint resonating ringing,
far-off forlorn resonance in a closed space.

KLK

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