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Two-Stroke Counsel

After checking the oil for the chain
and a quick pull on the starter rope
my father’s chainsaw cuts through the branches
stainless steel teeth offer no quarter

The quickly turning blade suggests danger in unsure hands
regardless, his grip is firm and confident
Swift and experienced strokes
make short work of the green and sap-filled wood

Fine powder sawdust drifts across my arms
we stack the severed pieces in neat and orderly piles
I envy the purposefulness of it all

Different than our relationship
the thorns and twisted branches of it
wrongs and mistakes never acknowledged

And certainly never talked about
but this shared task seems to dress uneasy wounds
as we work together in the haze of the oily blue exhaust

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Wow Teddy! I hope you were not present when that accident occurred! Not something one could forget. Glad you liked this one, and sorry for the momentary stress it seems to have caused =)

Michael Anthony

author comment

One of the ways men seem to get along best is working together, IMHO. I remember the projects with my Dad fondly. We didn’t necessarily speak too much while accomplishing the job at hand, however stout commo happened nonetheless.

Good for you!

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Completely agree with you about getting along while working together. Always appreciate you sharing your thoughts - cheers!

Michael Anthony

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UR MA tho

never having had a real relationship with a father-figure, I can't
answer to the theme of the poem; however, I really enjoyed the
scenario. I do have good memories of cutting firewood and you describe
the scene perfectly. There is a certain satisfaction in doing a job well
and especially one that has a good purpose, so I do get that part of it.
~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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