Our tin ceiling when it’s finished
will have cornices
each pressed and cut from
powder-coated tin.

So shiny it will be
and so exotic:
I hope that doing it
won’t do me in.

The corners of the cornices
are intricate
and some are out and
some completely in;

and cutting them and
fitting drives me crazy:
for tin is thin and cutting
warps its skin;

Myopic visitor who
comes hereafter:
I hope that when you sit
and contemplate

these cornice corners
hewed from this disaster,
you’ll see such beauty
you will meditate

and come to realize
we’re put on earth
so gods can fill their days
in constant mirth.

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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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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