Member Poem

Standing under the hot summer sun
on the asphalt too hot to touch
start right here the boss does say
two feet wide and four feet down

you stare across the parking lot
you have to dig to the other side
a pick and shovel are all you have
and a long hard job to do

take the pick and swing it down
and feel it hit right to your soul
again and again you swing that pick
till you loose a little bit

then with the shovel try to lift
a piece too big and it falls off
break it up with the pick
into pieces you can lift

digging down it all harder gets
no room to swing no room to lift
and two feet down you hit hardpan
learn it has been easy until then

swinging a pick in the hot summer sun
the long hot days together run
you need the money and the job
digging a hole in the hot summer sun

This poem was published in issue seven of Dual Coast magazine