Anna Oneglia   © 2013 All Rights Reserved

New Hoe

This winter the rivet rusts out
and my father slides a new handle,

lathe-tapered, into the metal sheath;
coupled in a vice he clamps them down

and drills a small hole, piercing
metal and wood. The joint needs

a rivet from the jar, the ball-peen
from the wall, the rivet-set from the drawer.

And he strikes the flat end round.
The freshness of this year’s rivet,

the privity of handle to spade
feels good in the hand, in the stroke—

from the push and trawl of his hips,
of his arms, to the slow pull

through the dirt he remembers.


Peter Picetti
Copyright © 2013  

Peter Picetti is an MFA candidate at the University of Massachusetts, Boston. He's loving the married life.

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