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May 2014
I built a new porch today,
carefully,  my hatchet drove
the smoky nails deep, true.

****** timber yielded to my
wrinkled hands, rusty  skill.
Out of breath, out of sweat,
I controlled the universe,

And, you see, many long years,
many days it had been since
my youth, toiling in the sun
red, proud and burning.
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