Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Holy Thursday Valentine

Probably undocumented workers
Laying concrete driveways where
The temporary and the permanent
Coalesce as they smooth the cement
To a woman’s softness left glittering
In the sun of another hot day
Though it’s all on the other side of a wall
And I can only hear it blindly
But I’ve watched it all before
The mixer truck sighs like a whale
After it’s all poured out
The workers laugh and whistle
As it almost topples over on them
The whoosh of the sea-like cement
As it rains down the trough
A prayer and a cry
Eternity passing by

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