your burly man friend
is always
building something.
a house at the beach,
a cabin
in the mountains,
a fence made of stone.
he has a deer
mounted in his truck,
live salmon
in a cooler with his beer.
he carries a shovel
like a toothpick.
laughs at a broken
pipe, or downed wire.
he shakes his head at
weaker men, like
yourself who stand
back with white gloves,
sipping a vanilla
latte, keeping clear
as he pulls a tree out
by its roots to save
a cat.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
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