The Day I Learned about the Difference between Romanticism and Realism while Welding with My Father

Robert Singleton

In February

when sheets of plate steel

lean white-rimmed

against the Quonset huts

in the rail yard,

it doesn’t take a genius

like Shakespeare to understand

that realism begins

when a fool

touches them without

wearing gloves.



Shawangunk Review Volume XXXI Copyright © 2020 by Robert Singleton. All Rights Reserved.

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