A Small Act Of Defiance.
The overalls were blue. Washed to faded shadows
like pieces of captured sky.
They fell into folds worn into their own memory.
The boots were hard. Toe-tecting bulbous humps
that crouched upon his feet-like pigs noses
with mud and diesel layered thick upon them.
Souvenirs of demolition sites. Stomped over
through unrelenting days of graft.
His shirt was sometimes frayed.