Friday, April 15, 2011

A working poem

My shirt quickly soaks
with sweat that pours
from a body working
diligently.

My jeans could possibly
stand on their own
after one day's layer
of sheet rock dust...
from a body working
diligently.

My hands are a little achy
from measuring and cutting,
rasping and clutching,
moving and pressing
the sheet rock...
and are covered with
a layer of dust...
after one day...
of a body working
diligently.

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