is
walking 'round a dirty bottle's rim.
A
fork is on the garden path
and
a snaked hose is broken open
on
the lake rocks behind him.
So
where I sweat my weekend diggin’ out
the
old ball hoop's anchor stone—
Sheesh!—for
my sake with these prayers take the sky and
tie it 'round the noon by tooth and bone!
tie it 'round the noon by tooth and bone!
But
there's a dim bulb in the shed,
and
a breeze is rattling off a song
of
darkening suck and gust.
An
evening blue is turning 'round a youthful red,
with
this morning's broken promises
of
my weekend’s wanderlust.
There's
a ditch for all the runoff and a busted iron's bent
to
stake the sweet ones to the ground.
There's
a bite and branch and thorn
and
a stream of sweat is dripping
down
to sting my eyes a pound!
So
when I lost my eye to diggin’ from
the
sting, stink, grit and sand,
Sheesh!—for
my sake set your sights to work my life as hard
as
your hands have made the land!
So
as one to scuttle on the earth and sink
to
step the dew to dust when
the
noontime sun is high—
As
one to work if just for time to write and think
I'll
take one blink and burn away
my
daylights from the sky.
--Poems from the Sprawl
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