Monday, July 11, 2005

for mama

all day Saturday your hands
have been at this
a crooked roll-top desk in the driveway
expensive wood
poorly kept
hard nailing and the saw
has humped your shoulders
wrenched your collar off-key
your knuckles shine with blisters
like the marks of kisses
for this you leave your wedding ring
on the top porch step
stray hairs from your ponytail get caught
in the varnish pot
then waver in the wind, catch the light like
even as the dust from sanding paints
a halo around you two on the asphalt
I have never so envied wood

1 comment:

Patry Francis said...

Fierce love, obliquely viewed. A marvel of a poem.