Tim Miller

The Old Man’s Shed
by Tim Miller

The stakes grunted beneath his old mallet,
slowly marking off another spring garden.

But it’s winter now and there’s his oldest
tossing each soil-browned stake aside

before turning to the shed, a huge tarp and
chainlink improvisation like some low

burial mound only he could enter
upright, bent over as he already was.

He would prop his irritable mower
up on a few cinderblocks and be there

all day, the Marine tattoo near the wrist
bobbing or stretching depending on the tool.

Now the tarp pulled down, now just some roofless
unearthed room, the fence no more a barrier,

his things spread on the soil he had planted.
The son’s there all night, heavy with the

same sounds of his father, undoing decades.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 4.

Tim MillerTim Miller’s most recent book is the long narrative poem, To the House of the Sun (S4N Books). His other fiction and poetry have appeared in Londongrip, Poethead, The Journal (Wales), The Basil O’Flaherty, The High Window, and others. He writes about poetry, history and religion at www.wordandsilence.com

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