i’m guessing coming out for carpentry lessons
would work if you saw results.
the shavings as proof which you’re craving
are all between the cracks of your framework,
just check your footwear
and wipe your feet as you enter
the temperamental environment, all
amounts to nothing if your presence vanishes.
in ashes, i dust off my face
and work.. i mean, i would work
on my next piece.. but focus is water
to my oiled grasp. and on my shoulder,
i now feel a cold clasp…