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Workbench in the Garage

Wheel of Fortune Bonus Puzzle Poem 8/24/2021

By Deanna Repose OaksPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Workbench in the Garage
Photo by Jack Douglass on Unsplash

It's just a table, strewn with tools

With spots of oil deepening as the years tick by

Knicks, cuts, stabs.. all visible to the naked eye

Left askew, just two stools

The smell of wood and oil and metal

Old rags full of sawdust

Old parts full of rust

And in the corner, a bike pedal

Outlines of projects past in spray paint

Hold attention for a while

Before a wretched smell prompts bile

From a sandwich he never ate

I slump on the stool once left askew

I caress the workbench in the garage

Memories flood in a barrage

I don't know what to do

Deanna Repose Oaks - www.deannareposeoaks.com - @deannareposeoaks

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About the Creator

Deanna Repose Oaks

Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.

Find her on facebook: @deannareposeoaks

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