the electrician
arrives with his son.
they are country.
they are going hunting
for deer
and turkey when they leave
this job.
I tell them that safeway
has turkeys now,
which makes them laugh
and push back their straight
parted hair.
like father like son.
they go to work.
no music on.
no words said. I hear
one whistling, but I don't
know the song.
I bring them water.
in time the young boy
comes up
the stairs
and says, mister, we're
done.
I pay them, we all shake
hands,
then off they go to kill
a turkey
somewhere far from anywhere
I know.
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