Done & Dismantled

At 4 p.m. on Thursday afternoon,
I watched the man dismantling the shop
he’d set up on my deck, and knew that soon
the work would be complete and he would stop
all noise and interruption. I could drop
the need to dress, the obstacles to rest.
The job went well – I rate him at the top,
but 4-plus months it took to look its best.

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