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Craftsman

  • Guranowski
  • Apr 9, 2020
  • 1 min read

A hammer strikes a nail

the wood, replete with presence

the last before many likewise efforts

for a wardrobe that longed to be complete

shed of contents known to its doors.


It is a handyman who hammers

but a craftsman who first plans

who lays out his materials with time

and with care, until all that is left

is one strike before many,

repeat.


It is with this great care

that a worker finds his pride,

at rest with the world but for

the pleasure and pains of hard labor

that brings a complaint of noise

from his neighbor.

 
 
 

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