One year full of your face
couldn’t imagine it not talking to mine
then two years of ice and mud without a smile
trying to be strong.
Three years working the mines
can’t appreciate how dirty it was
then four years of finding out about the causes
that digging dug up.
Without knowing much at all we try
we try to be firm
try to be so long-term
tough as nails
strong as a bull’s eye.
Five ten twenty and more years
going by like when we were on that carousel
whipping us like donkeys on the road to market
years, years like chocolate caramels.