The men hunkered down
keeping low,
out of the chill wind’s
grip and grasp.
They toiled all day,
making minute adjustments
for the flighty beast
whipping rounds their ears.
What did they have to show
for the cold hours spent
watching, waiting for their companions
except a hole,
somewhere in a circle,
hopefully the middle,
often the edges -
proof of a day’s job done well.
NJB
8/2/22