Saturday, August 3, 2019

Yellow Tape. By Michael Estabrook


He knows all about roofs

23 years in the business he’s comfortable up there
but not complacent always pays attention to where the edges are

As a veteran he teaches the newbies the ropes:
how to slide the shingles, position the nail gun

Works up there with his brother
thought of starting their own company but it’s too complicated

Today they were finishing up a higher 2-story flat roof
needed to mark the edges with yellow tape
if OSHA comes by can levy a heavy fine

Does get hot up there have to stay hydrated keep your cap on

Three generations of roofers
my grandpa helped start the company
they still pay him even though he’s retired

For some reason we all like to gamble, smoke and drink beer

We like working Sundays
can make some good money working Sundays

But I don’t have any roofing stories so nothing
to contribute to the conversation
simply sit and listen wishing I were up on the roof now
so I could jump the hell off it




Michael Estabrook:
Retired now writing more poems and working more
outside just noticed two Cooper’s hawks
staked out in the yard or rather above it
which explains the nerve-wracked chipmunks.
The Poet’s Curse, A Miscellany (The Poetry Box, 2019)

is a recent collection.

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