Bricklayer Love

I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer

     and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I

     used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the

     mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.