Working at the Bottom

Paint shed

The children played

On the swings.

His granddaughter sat

In the sandbox.

He stared down the bank

At the river

And watched the carp

Work at the bottom;

Mud trails followed

After them.

Twenty years ago

He stood by the paint shed;

Right about where

the monkey bars are now

in his work boots

and hard hat.

On a coffee break he watched

The carp work at the bottom;

Mud trails followed

After them.

 

This is Lou’s poem found scrawled and pegged to a cork board when cleaning out our parent’s house.

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