Posted in metaphor, Nature, poetry, safety

Holes in the Theory

His rhythmic strikes,
and dawn’s harsh glare
arrive at once,
a shrill alarm.

he hammers,
exposing crumbs
of wood and grubs.

His point is clear:

how sharp of him
to make it so precisely,

at facade’s expense.

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Listening. Observing.

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