He Shed Poem by Daniel Miltz

He Shed



In the old he shed
Where stuff
Eventually
Gets made or fixed
Every one of the instruments
Corroded and worn
Hanging lonely
Rarely utilized
However all set
In the event that they should
Come out of retirement

© daniel miltz

He Shed
Sunday, May 24, 2020
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Daniel Miltz

Daniel Miltz

Detroit, Michigan
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