Poem: The Worktable

The Worktable

The worktable, brown and beaten like your soul,
a serviceable thing, somehow still strong
and marked with the making of a thousand things,
chairs, tables, tools, marked
with batterings built on anger and hope,
a thousand trials turned into errors
and a thousand more made sublime.

About this poem

About the making of things and life. Or whatever it says to you.


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