He
was a construction worker,
always smelled like outside,
sawdust, fresh air.

I
used to love to hug him
right after work
so I could just
smell him.

His hands
would dwarf my head
as he reached down
to hug me to him.

He would punch you
and it would feel
as though his hand
had gone entirely
through you.

He was a big man,
worked hard all day.

He
had arms
like small trees