The Fence Builder
brimmed eyes
squinting against the noon brightness.
gloved hands
wiping the salty drops away.
denim moving
with the lankiness beneath.
strong lines
rising as the maul swings
Copyright © Rebecca Sharp | Year Posted 2007
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