Saturday, 31 October 2015

Pine table

Nostrils saviour the smell of pine
turn, cut, smoothen out
craft of a hand steady
skill is detail
a bowl
fruit
table
Inanimate 
collecting dust
thirty years a tree
thirty years for me
rotten sweet fruit
mouldy apple
soft plum
sandpaper 
return to wood
senses are mine
the faint smell of pine
polish with antique wax
put it on the big brown table
fruit in a bowl sit down and relax



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