for Rickoy ‘Shim’ Graham
In this bush bend, an unfinished dream
rises two storeys high. Moss gathers
at the meeting place for blocks,
naked steel disrupting air
howling through the rooms.
They are finishing your work.
With your tools, technique and memory
issuing music and rum to water the vibe,
to cultivate laughter where cement
might make of us
Finishing your work.
She flashes the wall,
smooths the gray enchantment.
Finishing Your Work
15 May 2017