An Alphabetical Portrait of a Working Man
I like Rollie Fields and I am glad I know him.
Work captured him...
Like a dusty moon in a distant system
Constantly circling something larger...
Never getting closer...or being able to pull away.
He is a reflector of light and does not seek to understand.
He is illuminated by his ability to accept jobs without a future.
I look at him and know he is content with that.
A deacon for his family's needs...
A happy illiterate hero...
In this world of ours and hours.
I do not have his talent for accepting what is served.
The only thing I ever heard him ask for was more time.
I like Rollie Fields and I think he is a lot smarter than me.