A Sunday Poem: “Shuffle”

 

I couldn’t fix

the leaking faucet

so I took a hard look

at my toolbox,

switched the places of the hammer

and the pliers,

moved the screwdriver

from the top deck

to the bottom,

threw away the rusty nails

and brought in a few shiny ones,

and finally,

released from duty a number of old bolts

and replaced them

with good-looking nuts.

 

I am camera-ready.

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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