Rust Meets Wood
Butted flush - no width of blade
Could dare force rusty face apart.
Shaped by time and air that made
Resounding strength of lifeless art.
Hidden clues that used to show
The hands that placed these two as twain,
Worked to bone the end to know,
Yet, life commissions never gained.
Was a moment spared from start,
To note the price of wind and cold.
Is it solely nature’s part
   Of worthy note this crude piece holds?
©Philip Holden



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