Love Poem: The Bricklayer
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Written by: Lee Etheridge

The Bricklayer

His wheelbarrow wobbled 
Across the broken sidewalk 
Toward the job site 
Where the work was

Some girls in yellow taxis rode by and whistled at his tanned arms. 

His brown boots got chalked 
as he scuttled and scooted 
The heavy load
And he thought about her 
Again

He was so clean and polished last night
When they sat down for dinner
Around perfect white cloths
So uncomfortable for him
Only to hear her say,”I’m leaving.”

Her skin was like a pond in the morning
Before anything was awake. 
Her eyes were like Grecian isles 
Even her nose was a perfectly acute angled
Piece of her face. 

He was a bricklayer and knew his place.
And he would never ever get to kiss her face
Again. 

So today he dumped out his wheelbarrow full of bricks and started building his walls again.