Bricklayer by Katrina Kaye
Bricklayer Katrina Kaye This poem was first published in Catching Calliope Vol 2, 2014.I want to be a bricklayer;something concreteas opposed to just impression.I want to learn to draw hands with accuracy.To show precision in the etch of knuckles,shaded in darkness.There was never enough color.There are so manyways to look at one thing:a church is violet against the changing sky,the horizon set on fire into the back fall.September sun crests different overthe yellow fields of the eastthan the dirt of the city at dawn.I prefer to paint at night.I sketch my father twice,struggling to do justice…
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