He does not know I watch him
When he works.
Now it is the porch railing
And I sit quietly unseen
Sitting at the window.
His face is a map of emotion
Frustration
Anger
Contentment
Passion
He loves a job done well
And well done
I watch as he caresses the balister
Running his hand down the curves
I remember the same touch
Fingers lingering
Bringing life
Setting free
Simplicity of parts
Into a beautiful whole
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