Tuesday, October 28, 2008

My plumber

from my youth – (what was his name?)
he came to my childhood house.

He smelled of wet dirt,
but his smile made it sweet.

Plumbers are mere saviors
of our clumsy messes.

Plumbers get bad rap,
but that is a trap
into thinking that they
all wear the same hat.

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