Thursday, November 22, 2007
Making Bricks Comments
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The steel flashes bright
as my pickaxe draws circles in air
and plunges moist; deep from light
into the softer Wealden clay
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7/21/2025 10:00:36 AM # 1.0.0
Excellent poem. I knew someone once who was a brickmason and always marveled at their craft. I like how you compare sweat to flowers and beads of honesty. Here's to all those who work with their hands!