Workbench in the Garage
Wheel of Fortune Bonus Puzzle Poem 8/24/2021
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
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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