That Work Ethic


14 Sep

The contractor arrived with his tailored van,
And never looked up.
All day. Head down. Filling up
Ceramic tubs with nails and torn wallpaper, doing it all
With a smile under the wail of a Norteño
Rhyme. I heard his wife call, several times:
“Bueno.”
“Igual.”
Phone on the shoulder,
Circular saw screaming in rhyme
To the painting bristle,
The texture guy’s whistle,
And the shade tree’s call
For break time.