His sawdust hands
Clapped and rubbed
To relieve the aches
Of a hard day’s work
The sweat leaves tracks
Through the wrinkles
The knuckles bulbous
From over exertion
He manages a smile
That belies the pain
Developed over time
And adjusts his hat
Keeps the sun away
Looks good to boot
We stood on the beach
I held his hand,
Us two in Bermudas
Nothing to cover
Our eyes from that light
It floated over
Waves glistening in salt
Then enveloped us
In an otherworldly haze
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