Cold morning,
rugged gray men in sawn pine and cedar,
a hound in the sawdust pile.
Chips on bills of caps in the bullpen.
Clattering carriage.
Singing blade.
Slapping canvas belts running pulley and lever.
The craft of slab, plank, board and beam.
Round becomes edged.
Nature becomes utility.
Man becomes man again and again.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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