Long, hasty legs stride miles
Beyond his abdomen
He is swathed in oil patched Levi’s overalls.
Strength reigns supreme
In his work dance
Devoid of elegance
He sweats black oil and cedar.
A juxtaposed being is
The common man’s ally
And scholar’s equivalent
He is the titanium country bumpkin sophist.
Pats a back in the morning
With gorilla tenderness
Familiar, kind pain kisses my cheek
He is hurried affection and an unkempt mustache.
Gluey lakes of Dale’s marinade
Coagulate overnight on counter space
With remnants of animal sacrifice
He makes a mean steak and potatoes.
Saturday morning- Rugrats
Run amok in 15 minute segments
Followed by Wiley Coyote’s frantic plight
He personifies a child’s hilarity with thin slits in place of eyes.
Subaru: swiftly savoring saccharine –sweet
Breakfasts on Solo plates, our reliable vessels
Housing leftover cake corners and thick-sliced bacon
He holds a scorching, sloshing cup of coffee above the console.
His grace is magnified
In my frail, thrashing carelessness
70 x 7 times, he retrieves my fishing line from a bank
He is a god-like when the water’s metallic sparks meet his face.
Masculinity exceeded by sensitivity
A box of six scarlet berries
Enveloped in dewy, solidified sweetness
He writes, “You are my sunshine.”
If I am ever homesick, I go to home improvement stores. I allow the conspicuous florescent lighting and the overpowering aromas of paint thinner and lumber to overtake the senses. It reminds me of him.