lay my body to rest
weary of hammer splintered hard work
i tell my mind to rest
and it doesn't
I turn and think of her
and that promise
feels like my nail pouch digging in my side
again
the vest and bow tie that day
comes to my mind
then ten years later
still tossing and turning
every night
hurt by more than hard work
and splinters in my hand
this carpenter
jackleg
has pain from
his heart and memories
that won't
go away