Sometimes when Sierra sun baked
and bleached a new house's skeleton,
I'd stand on a plywood sub-floor, jeans
sweat-drenched, forearm fatigued from
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This is a lovely poem. I feel like I've gotten the chance to live vicariously through the speaker (though I know nothing of building homes in reality.) I enjoyed being present in his/her thoughts as they wandered off somewhere far from the task at hand. I enjoyed the philosophic moment where he/she pondered how temporary and yet everlasting everything we do in life is. Beautiful and fluid, I much enjoyed this poem.
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This is a lovely poem. I feel like I've gotten the chance to live vicariously through the speaker (though I know nothing of building homes in reality.) I enjoyed being present in his/her thoughts as they wandered off somewhere far from the task at hand. I enjoyed the philosophic moment where he/she pondered how temporary and yet everlasting everything we do in life is. Beautiful and fluid, I much enjoyed this poem.