THICK COLLARS

THICK COLLARS
 His living walked the halls of roads

where branches pointed his direction.

 

His coats thickness covered a chest

with a heart for home.

 

Lifting and pushing is the job

of his hands; working the wrong

side of each day.

 

Breezes tease the edge of his hat,

rubbing his face, forcing hands

into pockets and eyes to squint.

 

 

 

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