Box curly sycamore, spalted maple burl, ebony  13"x7"x3" (approx.) sold   

This Next One 

Dan asked
"Which box is your favorite?"
I said
"The next one."

Not to be glib,
clever in the saying
not to be wry
make him think I'm playing
Insight, the truth
behind this bit of thought
makes these words real
What kind of life I've bought

The things I build
the puzzles I construe
like last week's Times'
are only fresh when new
Once done, they lose
all luster in my eyes
Ideas move on
Excitement always dies

 "They're fine!", some say
some others might agree
I'm thrilled to hear
there's quality some see
but if it's so
what difference does it make?
That chance is gone
there's chances more to take

My hopes can't dwell
in any home but now
Reflection's grasp
can never help with how
this next one's joints
look, colors seeking place
aligned for eyes,
my current gambit's space

I guess the way
to formulate what's true
to see it plain
unexpurgated view
I'm rushed away
in sprinting time's embrace
what's left behind
a remnant of the race

 

 

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