The boards do not touch at the peak of the spacious sugarhouse
sunlight pours though gaps in the wall
Steam rises from the evaporator
past a single wire
that holds two bare light bulbs
Two men
The older
his tan fedora cocked to the side
forearms clothed in wool
his hands in leather gloves
perches on the edge of a sofa covered with a stained canvas tarp
The younger
stands behind the evaporator
his foot resting on an overturned sap bucket
his back to a stacks of dozens more
A quilted red coat and red wool cap with flaps ward off the chill
Quietly Making Noise 