A Woodburners We Recommend Publication 2005 series




Late tonight
I have all the time in the world

Sanding a name out of a book
On the thinnest white paper

But nothing to worry about
With all the time in the world

The sandpaper strokes are sure
The paper seems durable

The name is disappearing
And I have all the time in the world ––

Our only child, a son, is being wedded
In two days all the way across the country

On a grassy cliff edge lip of the Pacific ––
No family, no friends, just a stranger

Hired to do one of the most beautiful
Things there is. We wait for news.




© 22 July 2005 by Bob Arnold





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