Brave Girl

Ladder, set in bed of truck.
So lifted up, she strains yet further
to squeeze out some caulk 
as coward (or the smart one, all, 
you know, a matter of opinion) 
works within, attending to
some lesser duty not requiring 
nerves of steel or opposite of
vertigo. He's hidden by the tree, 
and so ashamed, perhaps,
that passersby will only see 
and comment on the bravery
of the girl he only hired 
the other day
for just that reason.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013