House, Corner Lot
That haiku are thought
more often than written down:
light’s eight minutes old
who even knows that
so much of what is being
is somewhere else
nailing it down means
yes, a hammer, and yes, nails,
but too a roof, or
rough structured framework
bracketed to the flat, firm
cement the men poured
last week over stones
hauled in from some pit, then dumped
strategically on
the bottom, made smooth
with feather delicacy
of thumb and pointer
up/down up/down/up
down/left to right/left right
smooth flat then flatter
the joystick’s his proof
in the excavator’s cab
his precise pattern:
five seven and five
right? the pattern of
breathing
while a hole is being
made, & being made
boxy & framed & finally,
hole’s filled partially
to hold those wood bones
to hold open or closed
a window, a door
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