i.
in a restaurant
with my family
i remember being young
and pitying a man
who held his fork
in his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
like a shovel
to the stone
white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
ii.
i remember being young
and in love with a man
who held his fork
in his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
like a boy
who grew homegrown
white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
iii.
today i watched
my father
pick a fork up
with his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
from the plate
and back again
all my life
it seems
the greatest men
i’ve known
are white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
i.
in a restaurant
with my family
i remember being young
and pitying a man
who held his fork
in his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
like a shovel
to the stone
white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
ii.
i remember being young
and in love with a man
who held his fork
in his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
like a boy
who grew homegrown
white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
iii.
today i watched
my father
pick a fork up
with his hand
like a shovel
to his mouth
from the plate
and back again
all my life
it seems
the greatest men
i’ve known
are white collar
on the outside
but blue collar
deeply sewn
