The seventh bag of mortar seemed
easier than the first few until I stabbed
the tip of my crusty trowel into
the conspiring enemy of my lower back
with apparent rage that surprised me.
80 pounds and sounds of ripping dust
spilled into the barrow and water slaked
chopping the mud with a contempt filled
hoe but I know the worst part will be
cleaning up alone tired and bruised.
Tender, I wish I had a tender now.
easier than the first few until I stabbed
the tip of my crusty trowel into
the conspiring enemy of my lower back
with apparent rage that surprised me.
80 pounds and sounds of ripping dust
spilled into the barrow and water slaked
chopping the mud with a contempt filled
hoe but I know the worst part will be
cleaning up alone tired and bruised.
Tender, I wish I had a tender now.
Ouch !! Hope you are ok !
ReplyDeleteNice read !
JL&B