if the walls had ears they'd hear leaks

If walls had ears, they'd hear leaks

I walked through a shop after hours. It was a body shop, but it could have been any shop—a machine shop, cabinet shop, fab shop. No one was there—all had gone home to rest.

Stepped over an air hose—leaking air.

Stepped over another hose—leaking air.

Close by, in a dark cinderblock room with poor ventilation, the compressor sighed and came to life—for no good reason.

And the electric meter spun faster.

Was it your shop?

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