Perfect Labor Day: Hot sun, cool water. A walk, (with dogs), a long bike ride, (alone), a long swim, (with my daughter) and family dinner with my father-in-law, brother, and two of three kids and husband. 

I look for a Labor Day poem and find this one at the Poetry Foundation which is just right.

Poet’s work

BY LORINE NIEDECKER

Grandfather   

   advised me:

         Learn a trade

I learned

   to sit at desk

         and condense

No layoff

   from this

         condensery