Inventory of a Workshop
A Blank canvas like infant purity
Dusty paintbrishes like elderly wisdom
An ax like your grandfathers hand
Old front doors like a blank scrap book
Screwdrivers like crayola crayons
Wet paint like morning dew
Nails of plenty like the salt of the sea
Rusting sheet metal like shades of an orange sunset
Mismatched gloves like an odd left shoe
A chainsaw like a murder mystery
Cans of paint, dripping like sweet honey from the corners of your mouth
Alphabetically organized, pen labeled drawers like an Indian spice cabinet
Masks like the burden of fear
Stacked buckets like procrastination
Rusting chain like forgotten promises
A Drill like the hole left in your heart
Blueprints of a sculpture, like your baby´s first steps
Stone walls like a fairytale
Cement floors like a Decemeber ice sckating rink
Hilos, sargentos, colas, alicantes, tornillos, llaves, alambres, gomas, brocas, martillos, discos, rodillos, espatulas, pinceles
A book of poems
A photo of you and your dog
Music like a beating heart
Life like seasons
And love like the story of two people who fell for eachother, the mountains, the son they created and the art of it all.
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