I wandered
The
Trails
Of
Home
Depot
Yesterday,
Looking
For
Nails
And
Screws,
And
Discovered
The
Fasteners
My
Father
Used
To
Secure
His
Picture
Frames,
Short
Metal
Zigzags.
And
I saw
Again
His
Garage
Studio
Long
Ago,
The
Fragrant
Clutter,
Years
Between
A
Translucent
Layer
Of
Glazes
In
Successive
Phases.
I use
Staples,
Fired
Into
The
Wood
At
High
Pressure,
But
I might
Add
A
Zigzag,
Just
For
Good
Measure.