and his helper, laying
fresh concrete
for a sidewalk
are there all day.
the man speaks, the kid,
listens, brushes
the hair out
of his eyes as he goes
to get whatever
tool
the mason needs
from the open truck.
he's giving lessons
to the boy.
giving him his trade
as best he can.
but at his age, he's
bent over,
he's slow to rise, slow
to straighten.
you can see it in the kid's
eyes,
that this life isn't
for him.
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