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Howard, take Two

Posted August 8, 2000 02:58 | Category: Poetry | #

Every thing is in its place
Bags of bolts, boxes of nails,
Rusting wrenches on the wall.
Cut wood awaits, wanting work, its
Blueprint lost to the grave.
Dust gathers on aging tools,
Worn handles match his hands,
Honed to a perfect fit.
Everything is ready
For a final masterpiece,
Too late now to start.

by William Ward
5/15/2000
revised 8/8/2000

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Last updated: 09/19/2007 William R. Ward, bill@wards.net