Under Summer Sun

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 This poem was published in issue seven of Dual Coast magazine