Saturday, October 4, 2025

Tools

we’ve all been goat-shrubbed
bearded with salt, brothers in gray

eventually the night will be enough 
to delight our empty bowls
after all, what’s left

for four common subjects 
who will one by one step off
this green pedestal
from which we peered
into each other’s years

dad’s yard fading to beige
what did those tools do anyway

who will hide his keys
the snub-nosed .38, now
who was whose keeper

Friday Writing: Poets and Storytellers United

4 comments:

  1. Wonderfully evocative, in the said and the unsaid.

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  2. Wow! I'm speechless...because this is soo relatable!

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  3. "who was whose keeper"
    With siblings, we are always the keeper & the kept...

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  4. Your poem is gorgeous, deep in such arresting detail ... I loved reading it.

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