Friday, Jan. 20 2012 7:41AM
Echoes
Weekly poetry from Hubert Neth
By Hubert Neth, guest columinst
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Reprinthow can i
write
while across
the street
three men
are mixing
concrete
in this barely
above freezing
temperature
wind blowing
sand dust
with each
feeding
of their
mud making
machine
one wears
nothing
on his head
another
gloveless
the other
a flannel shirt
outside
what
could be
several
layers
they are
the most
deserving
of top one
percent
pay
on this
cold work
day
while i
only try
to translate
the energy
lunch offers
into words
i feel
a little
guilty
watching
their near
presence
from my
warm
living room
they seem
simply glad
to have
a job
smile
amidst
easy
bantering
i hope
for them
tonight
strong coffee
thick soup
hot bread
and pie
followed by
another body
to further warm
their own
beneath
the covers
i believe
in the god
of those
busy
patching
cracks
in his
creation
h.
Hubert Neth, a Lee’s Summit resident and United Methodist pastor, has been a contributor to the Journal for more than 20 years.
