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he’s standing

in the doorway

a coal miner’s son

and he’s talking about

this great big sack of potatoes

something he remembered

a moment …

his dad was there

he was there

an observer even then

he watched him carry that sack

through the door

and as children do

he followed him about

but the mines were

not for children

and the boy standing

in the doorway

was left

to wonder

if the mines were

not for men

not for a man

who could have been

with the wind

horizon high

chasing the sun

not underground

deep down

pick and shovel

who could have flown

through the clouds

not waded

through the smoke

who could have

come home

that day

and lived to see

his boy

a man

but such is life

no one knows

the bend

none but Him

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery