A Chimney Sweep
high above an early fog
atop the township’s home and shop
stepping warily over the eve
a cough from a smokestack choking
sooty steadfast grip to the bricks
and a winter’s worth to clear
following after the sun
black hand prints, the only signs
of a lonely climb
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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