The Patio

Mike Bell/ July 3, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

The level is still wrong
because the land slopes,
and I used my tired eyes,
not the bubble’s advice
to set out a dozen slabs
around the cut back tree:
here another shoddy job
of hard lifting and laying 
an imperfect surface,
a memorial, my monument.