Monday, October 6, 2014

RECAPITULATION

Sausaged
blunt
and rudely—
in soot-

dark and bad
early
rough drafts of overalls—

pockmarked,
stockingcapped,
shouting—

past hastening 
of hammerbangs, of
ladder clank,
of asphalt 
shingles crashlanding—somehow

the entire army

of slovenly,
ruddyfaced
roofers—next door to me

is really—
doing 

a very lovely job.

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