this pile of wood is a computer
if spring cleaning the papal plane
then tonight is leftover night
the very tired woman's sigh is sweet like modeling glue
like unripe pear
riding in the circle on the patio
or painting the painting with the grandfather
father teaches tools with simple battleship forms
we decorate the boards with hardware
how unlike my idea-dad
but I remember his amusement
letting us swing the tethered ships around our heads
in the real ocean
tripping on the nails and screws and wavy crimple shims
