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The last closure
of silver courthouse glass
the late afternoon slant
of sunlight. Pack
the trailer. No – just
toss the tool bags in with
the job scraps and go.

The end of that particular dust,
cell sized, dead dry,
for a while.

Miller High Life, big can drive
windows down, tobacco wind on 95
curing leaves in big buildings beside
random radio up loud
“Isn’t She Wonderful.”

Six thousand pound blast
combustion thrust sucking up
bits of world that come along
in the vacuum sweep of the truck

Welling up surge push
meeting memory ahead
then again, the bridge, the hill
the still daylight, the laying down
of tools, the bargain of youth
at the end of those days

It ends with a menu, a meal
coming back to the table for more
promises and proposals, a payoff
then stillness and sleep
for a while.


5 responses

  1. Roheenie

    And the author of this beautifully shaped poetry is…………let me guess……………JHM?

    May 29, 2012 at 8:25 pm

    • J Moser

      Just can’t keep it inside sometimes. Other times, I can’t extract it for love or money.

      May 29, 2012 at 8:27 pm

      • J Moser

        BTW, in the next-to-last stanza “the bridge” = where I worked with Erik and E.T. Moore, “the hill” = Oregon Hill and “the laying down of tools” refers to taking off the rodbuster’s tool belt at the end of the day.

        May 29, 2012 at 8:30 pm

  2. Roheenie

    You just freaking amaze me. I love you.

    May 29, 2012 at 8:32 pm

    • J Moser

      Love you too! Miss my family!

      May 29, 2012 at 8:33 pm

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