Pop's stash box

 
Write me, high    
Mahogany    
its fall, cut    
and timber    
   
the woodshop    
the worker    
the dovetail
lacquer    
and bevel    
   
inlay the words    
that reveal its lid    
polished granite    
set to a pattern    
from some lost culture    
(or them all)
   
phrase for me  
store shelf    
and passed hands    
   
land me, my remembered wonder    
on my fathers nightstand    
   
stain for me that scent    
of a thousand, forty plus    
hour work weeks    
relaxed in cannabis    
the carbon singed residue of stone    
   
invoke for me the jester    
holding rice tissue leafs    
the clips  
pokers  
roaches  
and tied history    
of a beautiful secret    
contained in a box    
that I was to stay out of



note* this is a reworked older write