bang
out your words, carpenter-poet
for
Ronn Eskritt
soil
your nails and ream the dirt out with your teeth
do I register
enough consternation?
sound out the
rhythm in the day
and s p l a
y o u t the words
(many spikes
and finishing nails
unfolded from the sawdust
depths of your pouch)
in
your crumpled
note
book of looseleaf
bang out your
words,
poet-carpenter
lacquer them
into the timbers
for I will certainly
be by when the day's end
[un]
sounds
and give you time to get ready for the joyous sharing of
echoes
I know you by
your resonances.
Adrian
Hoad-Reddick