1-11 On The Deck

Example of a time I helped with church men to spread the Kingdom.

On the Deck

Our work crew unpacked a rip saw,
reciprocating saw, table saw, saw horses, levels, drills,
hammers, wood screws, shank nails, lag bolts and deck lumber

as Bessie, seventy-something, greeted us on her splintery deck.
Avoiding wobbly handrails, she stepped over a missing plank,
hair silver-streaked in the October sun. Yellow jackets
hovered lazily about, tempered this cool morning.

Wielding sledge hammers, pry bars, and back leverage,
we grunted loose and tossed warped steps,
nailed stringers, screwed joists underneath. Spiders
and crickets peered at these Leviathan invaders
sawing and nailing sawing and screwing, resawing
and refitting

as sawdust drifted over her lawn. A splinter
pierced my palm from a weatherworn beam.

New steps, planks and railings made a woody resurrection.
When done, Bessie grabbed the railing, studied new planks,
Rubbed her slipper on a step, looked around.

My my… my my… my soul…

Sawdust footprints followed ahead.

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