Shawn McLain | The 2River View, 8.4 (Summer 2004) |
Father’s Wood Shop A vice grip, saw blade, T-handle wrench, flat head nails, an electric screw- In the dim, what a sawdust-filled scene your shop was, exponential shaved mounds You told me a good carpenter hides his mistakes, like that missing nail And that split plank on a stone sander was worked too far, the tree bark broken In a corner gap, an air vent hole, a drilled-too-deep screw, a cracked pipe I would ask why not measure twice, cut once; you told me this was how That cold air I still feel, maybe from a windy-night crevasse, or an uncaulked |
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