Archive for June 17, 2011

The coalman’s pride


Twenty bags of coal

was what my mother had ordered

and while the coalman brought them to the shed

through the narrow alley between our house and the café

she  secretly watched him from behind the flowerpots

counting every bag

and she had counted only nineteen

when he came for his money


One bag short


His pain and his honour

stayed in the door

when he went back to the horse and carriage

to get the final bag

and neither my mother nor I

dared to look how he almost fell under the weight


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