Men Throwing Bricks Poem by Michael Chitwood

Men Throwing Bricks



The one on the ground lofts two at a time
with just the right lift for them to finish
their rise as the one on the scaffold turns
to accept them like a gift and place them
on the growing stack. They chime slightly
on the catch. You'd have to do this daily,
morning and afternoon, not to marvel.

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Michael Chitwood

Michael Chitwood

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