Friday, July 2, 2010

blind faith

my passed neighbor, the craftsman, struck his face in an accident that involved a hammer and wood; it left him blind. now, the son of this man constructs a bird feeder with his hands (the subtle purpose of craftsmanship, of alignment). when he hits the wood, he is either saying hello or goodbye, I am here or where have you gone?, running backward or moving forward, but always for his father.

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