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Save For One

Woodworker's Son;
Did they know that you
would snag so much more
than splinters in Your palms?

& how You
could lift shards
from our hearts
without shredding them apart

Would I see
the gaping gulf
& the uselessness
of lumber bridges
where attempts in timber
save for one
tumble into slivers?

Could I begin to try
through the planks
& sawdust
scales upon my eyes?

I'd only hack my limbs away

Your peroxide remedies - must precede
splashing bleach against
such steadfast
rosin stains