Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Danse Rust

I want to be a wizard to my children, fixing broken toys and conjuring furniture from trees
which is why I have a workshop, and my wife's grandfather's workbench,
which is why my bench is six inches deep in shavings, bits, pieces, and tools
which is why I cannot throw away the cracked birdhouse my uncle gave my wife
why I take things apart before dragging them to the curb, keeping what works
 (or might someday again)
why that log is sitting in the corner
why I am the last one awake tonight,
digging through sawdust and the smell of old oil
for some Rumplestilskin part that I need but can't name.

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