carpenter

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Carpenter dreams about the sky turning

to wood where he carves a pair of eyes

through which the sun burns through to 

reach a pair of hands inscribed onto a tree.

John Finn wakes in his attic flat on the park

as morning's first rays reach vague fingerprints

on a bonsai tree that rests upon a table, outside

trees detect finger tips in the rain, carpenter strains

as fleeting inspiration arrives, he completes a 

carving of the sun sat at a table on the park, the

figure holding the bonsai tree is revealed ready

to take Finn to another place.

[badger11]

A poem full of surprises!

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