Showing posts with label 28 Apr 11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 28 Apr 11. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Think of Anything Less Honest than Writing Poetry

My father worked with two-by-fours,
Two-by-eights and measuring tape.

Myself, I work with eight-by-eights,
Five-by-fives, sevens-by-sevens,
My own and others' inventions.

My calloused father once took note
Of my soft hands. Had they not done
Honest work? Hands, yes. Mind, never.