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

Under Summer Sun by William Kofoed
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