His Shed


He stands back and surveys it all.

There’s everything in there.

Everything

for a lifetime of projects,

jobs around the house

where nothing stayed 

the same for long.

Everything

for a lifetime of car repairs,

in every spanner a story.


Too much of a wrench

to part with any of it,

those nuts and bolts of a life

well lived,

its tools 

well used

well ordered

and tidily placed

so that every screwdriver could be found

except the one he’s looking for.


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