Refinishing the Round Oak Table by William Doreski
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my skin.
Every Day Poems
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my skin.
my whale self floats
as mountains
crouch underneath
Light, please initiate me into your
occult philosophy. Tell me where
you come from when you penetrate
a dusty window in the morning and
No taller than my knee
when you challenge
your first ocean.
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