Day 4 of National Poetry Month.
And we’re looking up…at the men on the roof….
Fine Work with Pitch and Copper by William Carlos Williams Now they are resting in the fleckless light separately in unison like the sacks of sifted stone stacked regularly by twos about the flat roof ready after lunch to be opened and strewn The copper in eight foot strips has been beaten lengthwise down the center at right angles and lies ready to edge the coping One still chewing picks up a copper strip and runs his eye along it
A Prayer Like Gravity 
he was a diamond, Old Bull
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