Shawn L. Bird

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poem- putting a roof on it May 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:17 am
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The early morning knock

is answered with blurry eyes.

A too bright face asks if

a vehicle needs out of the garage.

The stomping above our heads

jarring us to wakefulness,

makes this so much more


than usual.

Large trucks high centre on

our steep driveway, whirling tires

Asphalt is scraped, rasping. 

Scraping, scouring off the shingles.

Thudding as they hit the ground.

This Monday morning,

Coffee is required.

I’m leaving for work early.

This is too much Monday

for me.


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