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We are building a deck,
greenish wooden planks
cut into angles, joined
by curlicued steel.
Over there are
stringers, posts, boards
split to uniform
length x width and
we bind them with
a merciless tempo, our
squealing screw gun
hammer kicking cacophony
rings clear
and true. This is
a puzzle,
sticks metal sweat
lashed with profanity
and laughter,
a job well done, yes
a job well done.

by Melissa Kro.

via Daily Prompt: Uniform

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