he's happy
with that hammer,
that saw.
those nails in his
pocket
can hardly wait to be
driven
into wood.
how the drill sits
idling,
the lamp on it all
as dark
approaches.
the lines draw
as to where to cut.
a plan
made.
how happy he is
for the simple task
of work
leaving behind
tomorrow.
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