by Franco Bertucci
Wood is so beautiful.
A shame: I can't display every piece,
finished and gorgeous, on the wall.
Much beauty is hidden behind paint and plaster
(and living bark, for that matter.)
I love wood (and sawdust.)
Oh, the heart-break!
I can't count the gems
I have tossed in the "burn" pile.
My children can use
only so many building blocks,
and I could starve, stopping to admire
every two-inch piece of wood
that falls from the edge of my sawhorse-
such beautiful scrap.
Poems and other embarrassing things. 2011 Franco Bertucci