Dee Rimbaud © 2005 All Rights Reserved
Those who never touch one
know nothing of the pleasure
the balance of lever and fulcrum,
arcing plunge of the head, or how
a repeated motion can anesthetize,
shrink the world, collapse it
to the subterranean alone.
They will never know
how the shaft, after such familiarity,
seems an extension of the arm
as if its maker knew
what we really need in this life.
Lucas Howell is a first year MFA student at the University of Idaho. His poetry has appeared in several magazines, including Jeopardy and Carnelian. He also has a poem forthcoming in the fall 2004 Crab Creek Review.
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