June 1, 2010
I remember we would put on the warmest clothes we could find
Then jump in your old pick-up truck and drive
to Michigan and
spend all day outside with nothing but the roar
of the chain saws and watch saw dust
fly through the air as we cut log
after log
after log
but then we stopped
and couldn’t go anymore.

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