18 or 19
years old and digging
ditches for a living.
it was so cold the blade
of the shovels
or pick axe would break
beneath the strike of my boot
or the swing upon the hard earth.
we went down along the sides
of new brick town homes
shabbily built and leaking.
we found the cracks
and parged the walls.
it was good money at the time.
helped to feed and clothe
the other five children living
at home. gas money.
electric money. i didn't complain
about the work.
the frost and snow, the brutal
winds. i just went in and
someone pointed at the ground
and said dig here.
and once i was seven feet under
it wasn't so cold after all.
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