[lit-ideas] Re: A Poem On Poeming
- From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 17:17:08 -0800
On Jan 23, 2010, at 3:19 PM, Mike Geary wrote:
DR:
>off to clean the roof
Eh? Clean it of what? Bird shit? I've never in my life heard of
cleaning a roof. Cleaning gutters, yes. I do that for a few
gentle women friends without ladders, but roofs? God / Mother
Nature cleans roofs, and thank you, Baby Jesus.
But tell me more. Maybe there's a new career for me: Atlas
Shingle Cleaners, Inc. "Let us put the shine in your shingles." I
love it. I'm moving back to the Left Coast tomorrow.
You'll remember from your time here Douglas Firs. While these trees
have some good qualities, bigness for example, they have needles
which clump and stick to a roof, resisting all efforts by wind and
rain to remove them. If this weren't fun enough, Douglas Firs also
chuck whole branches at your roof. Thus after winter storms one of
the rites of passage is walking very carefully on a roof, when it is
warmed by sun and when you judge that the build-up of near-invisible
slime is not too bad.
Brush, brush, brush.
Most people hereabouts hire cheap labor to do this, usually using a
power blower. I don't.
I'd be happy to hire you, though. There are parts of our roof I
refuse to touch--too high up.
Did I mention that we have a metal roof, which is great for resisting
debris, but which tends towards the slip?
David Ritchie,
7-6, 6-2 and ready to eat chunks of dead animal in
Portland, Oregon
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