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The first poem and image from “A Carpenter’s Songs” (83pages)
It has an incredibly long leg,
It will hit pine for no good reason,
and it doesn't apologize.
It never has to explain what it is,
or what it does.
Over time and many swings,
the handle gets smoother,
the head wears down.
When the handle breaks off
is the only time you feel sorry for it.
The dumb steel head,
And that hole through the middle is heartbreaking.
Where it used to be joined to the wood,
to something that was alive,
where someone that is alive could hold it,
Long baths, talcum powder,
it could care less.
It tells you one thing
and that is when you pick it up and hold it,
you better know what you're doing.