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Where the cat
brands the
old wooden chair leg
carving it
ornately,
deftly,
a master craftsman,
hollowing his back
as his claws reach,
shoulders stretched,
drawing down
paw
by
paw,
all might
and magnificence,
satisfied
at the stretching
of sinew
and the sharpening
of claw,
insouciant
nonchalance,
sleekly
furred,
adored.
… 
Trinity
Trinity
These three;
chair,
bench,
table,
the trinity,
Have held my family;
My boys and me.
From babes slopping and slurping mush,
massaging orange sweet potato into the whorls and whirls of the
naked, unprotected wood.
To toddlers climbing on the curved wooden chairs to finger rainbows in sticky paint.
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