Friday, August 31, 2007

The Dig

A young man is burying his father,
heaving clumps of dirt over his shoulders,
thrusting a shovel into the ground.
His arms are tired.
Clouds are rolling by.
He can feel the sweat between his fingers
and on his forehead.
He thinks how he is becoming like his father,
and turns to dig a second hole

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