Wednesday, June 25, 2014

6/25


I find hardest not having anyone who cares. 
A simple fact that indeed makes me blue. 
For I do

Not make friends easily. A panacea proscribed 
For sadness is do something, preferably requiring 
Handwork and dirt. 

So, cut acres of grass, fixed the bandsaw, made 
Cuts for several palettes. Already nice in hand,
Already becoming beautiful. 

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