Houses
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( for two ladies)
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There are many ways to spend an afternoon.
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This is one.
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Wood first: Chunks of cedar.cutoffs from fence post.
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Checkered and weathered grey but when freshly cut
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as smooth as skin with a fine red grain and an odor of closets,
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chests and deep pine forests in the morning.
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Then there is the saw: Not glittering or up to date but heavy
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with the top the color of a sidewalk after rain.
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And as it hums to life and I start to cut I am thinking about wrens.
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They say a male wren needs two houses are are often seen
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sitting on a roof singing while the females fight
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sometimes, they say, to the death.
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it is hard to imagine as I think back
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that I would ever build anything given the way I made my life
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let alone a house for birds.
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And as I drill the hole that will become the door
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and think of the music I will hear I know it will come to me with sadness
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Because of me and for you the one I lost
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and then for you, the one I simply gave away.
---Jake