Grindstone —Trent Busch
The sun is out today,
bringing with its false hope
cold weather; on beaches
somewhere nearly naked
girls are turning themselves,
perhaps under umbrellas.
I’m not glad to be here
but not unglad not to
be there either, working
inside at something not
burdened with tough angles
that I’ll miter later.
Against the wall below
a window is a grindstone
once worked by my grandfather,
over which I have built
a small table; you can
see the handle I turned
for him hot summer days,
splash of rusty water,
wooden, right angled like
a bicycle pedal,
stuff on top of stuff with
stuff balanced above it.
They are putting lotion
on themselves on those beaches,
round and round in the sun.
Don’t you ever tire of work?
I do not say, his hair
full, gray above the blade.
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