A Hod-Carrier Reflects
Stone walls get the last word.
This wall, my father built. He’s dead.
It stands. He hefted each rock, troweled
mortar, composed High-Sierra granite,
quartz, diorite, mariposite, slate. Made
the thing true, good, pleasing, and useful.
I mixed and wheeled the gray “mud, ”
cleaned tools and rocks, etched