Jacknife

In my two childhoods
in this life
I have had a jacknife.

To carve and whittle
with great care
and carry everywhere.

When I ran around
in short pants
jacknife was my best friend:

He could cut a stick
off a tree,
and carve things for me:

A willow whistle
in the spring,
and on birthdays, cut string.

As I grew older
my delight
was a utility knife

with spoons and scissors
and every part
for a handy man’s wishing heart.

But now whittling tree
‘s good for me:
I’m way past utility.

[Revised October 8]

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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