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Version Eddy

Book one of impromptu trilogy.

Creation


As Henry stood aside the idling yarder
a steady rain fell upon the piled sawlogs.

One hour and ten minutes to lunch
and some of the framers, striding

the shed joists of the roof expansion,
were still burdened with Thursday's hangover:

commerce happened readily at the mill
and a certain intercourse common only

to men—so that what did take place
could do so, outwardly, at its own risk

and only above the din of the belt saw
and the still-wet lumber's painted ends.

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