Chopping wood.
(step, swing, impact, fall, roll, quiet)
Everyday he works.
Everyday his hands grow rough
and everyday he learns-
Chopping wood.
Here the garden gains color,
and then the walls,
and then the fireplace rises out of something.
Multitudes of windows
melt down, arms thrown around sun rays.
Here dust naps on the mantle,
the kitchen table, the light inside
to fill and to be sure.
The land he chooses
is here along the river bank,
is here against the flesh of her palm.
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