Tuesday, May 20, 2008

LIFE by Spencer Troxell

At a certain point
You put your head down.
Not in defeat,
But to work.
You put your shoulders into it.
You make your calves ache.
When you were little,
Your face was a full moon
Receptacle: a plate to catch rain.
Now your face catches sweat
Streaming in dirt
Down from your hat band.
You are building something
You will never complete,
And that is the way it should be.

Spencer Troxell lives in Cincinnati with his wife and two sons. He's 27. His writing has appeared in many places, and an e-book of his poetry called Mule and Horse will be available April 1st. courtesy of whyvandalism.com . visit his blog for more stuff: spencertroxell.blogspot.com

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