the roofer

is the roofer
fearless, or
just a fool
the way he bends
and turns without
paying much mind
to gravity or
height. the wind
blows his shirt
open. and the sun
colors him
deeper with a
hammer in his hand.
how money and work
puts us so close
to death, and
perhaps he has just
chosen a quicker
path, one no
different than
you or i, but
less slow than
sitting at a desk.