The hammer left late that summer morning
Trying on baskets of winter leaves
Autumn left behind
Nobodys season
Tucked behind the pantrys inside drawer
Starting to snore
Dreams of drills and nails
Tool enclaves
Slaving sleep yet hearing roar
"Where's my fn hammer!"
Hammerhead winks and blinks to sleep
Winter leaves nobodys season
Battered open drawers
Dreaming what forgot
And open found
Sobered up
What was said
Hammerhead
Workhead
Nobodys season
But its reason.
Denis Streeter 1/5/13
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