Fell In Love With a Belt Sander

Belt Sander

Fell In Love With a Belt Sander

What I learned this time around
Is that I like the feel and sound
Of a belt sander.
My wood plane and chisels on the ground
Didn’t understand her

They looked up but saw dust flying above,
Termite manna from God,
that must have looked odd,
With my smitten face in wooden clouds of love.

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