Juan Diego JoseA Poem by K. LouisA strong man robust, shorter, Juan, Diego, Jose... name doesn’t really matter he is a worker Hands callous Sun up to down- Moving today Juan Diego Jose is hunched over head down pacing the slabs of concrete he laid seventeen years ago hair gone white scruffy and distinguished to match his regular sized undershirt usually drenched in sweat now hidden under a mr. Rodgers zip up. earth tone patterned and all zig zags- WHEREhis hands have been. feet pacing, hands free, I too wonder- where time’s gone. © 2014 K. LouisReviews
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