Read Poem: Carpenter, by Diana Arnold

Pat me down, partner.
Bring your tools, noble carpenter.

Slide your hands
over my corners.

you round them
and add pressure
to remove my past
dust with your finger

my original molding.

take a
breath in

look me in the eyes
and tell me what

you can build, with
what you are holding.


Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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