broad-back cityA Poem by redd Brick KeshnerBroad-Backed City City with grit under its fingernails, you stand there like someone who knows the job will outlast the daylight. You laugh with your whole chest, not because the world is kind, but because the joke lands better when you’re still upright. I’ve walked your blocks at first light, steam lifting from grates like a cook’s breath before the shift begins. I’ve heard the freight yards mutter their iron vowels, each wagon a stubborn syllable in a language built by hands that never asked permission. You carry your bruises openly. You don’t tidy them. You don’t pretend they arrived by chance. You wear them the way a tradesman keeps old scars: as proof that the work was real and the pay rarely matched the effort. And still- in the middle of all that racket, someone is sweeping a stoop, someone is lifting a crate, someone is calling to a neighbour as though the day might yet turn generous. City of broad shoulders, yes- but also broad backs, broad hopes, broad jokes told too loudly in corner diners where the coffee is always a little burnt and always good enough. I won’t flatter you. You don’t need it. You’ve built your own praise out of brick dust and stubborn moorings. You stand there, unapologetic, alive in the way a place is alive when people keep showing up even when they’re tired. And I stand with you, not to bless, not to scold, but simply to say: I see the work you carry, and I’m here for the next shift. .
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Added on December 23, 2025Last Updated on December 23, 2025 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more.. |

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