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Published: Sun Jul 1 2007
Art: Paul TheriaultEver New (detail), 2022, acrylic and found paper on scavenged wood
After Work

They’re heading home with their lights on, dust and wood glue,
yellow dome lights on their metallic long beds: 250s, 2500s—
as much overtime as you want, deadline, dotted line, dazed
through the last few hours, dried primer on their knuckles,
sawdust calf-high on their jeans, scraped boots, the rough
plumbing and electric in, way ahead of the game except for
the check, such a clutter of cans and iced-tea bottles, napkins,
coffee cups, paper plates on the front seat floor with cords
and saws, tired above the eyes, back of the beyond, thirsty.
There’s a parade of them through the two-lane highways,
proudest on their way home, the first turn out of the jobsite,
the first song with the belt off, pure breath of being alone
for now, for now the insight of a full and answerable man.
No one can take away the contentment of the first few miles
and they know they can’t describe it, the black and purple sky.

John Maloney has been a stonemason on Martha’s Vineyard for twenty-five years. He has published poems in PoetryPoetry NorthwestPloughsharesThe New York Times Op-Ed pageRolling Stone, and The Boston Book Review. A book of poems, Proposal, was published by Zoland Books in 1999. (updated 2/2007)

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