IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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BILL HASTINGS

Todd Jailer

Listen to me, college boy, you can keep your museums and poetry and string quartets 'cause there's nothing more beautiful than line work. Clamp your jaws together and listen: It's a windy night, you're freezing the teeth out of your zipper in ten below, working stiff jointed and dreaming of Acapulco, the truck cab. Can't keep your footing for the ice, and even the geese who died to fill your vest are sorry you answered the call-out tonight. You drop a connector and curses take to the air like sparrows who freeze and fall back dead at your feet. Finally you slam the SMD fuse home. Bang! The whole valley lights up below you where before was unbreathing darkness. In one of those houses a little girl stops shivering. Now that's beautiful, and it's all because of you.

 
 
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