the cuts and bruises.
the callouses,
the nicks
and scratches,
the dripping of blood,
the strains and pulled
muscles
over office work.
give me
blue collar over the cubicle
and chair,
the screens
and meetings.
don't tell me which tie
to wear.
give me
the hammer, the saw,
the paint
brush.
show me where the ladder
is,
the plow,
the rake, the hoe.
tell me
what you want done,
point me
in that direction in
the morning
when the sun comes up,
then fetch me in thirty years
when i'm done.
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