#55: Ode to the Handyman

Hammer

I can barely hammer a nail
into a piece of wood,
but this guy comes over to
repair glass, wire things up,
lay tile, fix the plumbing,
pour pavement,
measure twice, cut once,
hang finish carpentry
and restore old lamp fixtures
to their original glory.
I never developed these skills
or had the inclination to
and now I am paying for it–
but gladly.  It’s a wonder
the variety of stuff this guy does
so effortlessly and with such expertise
and I begin to understand
and appreciate and deeply value
all the things for which I am
woefully unprepared and nearly incapable.
After I write the check, that is,
I share my enthusiasm in the
only other way I can: words on a page.

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