Axeinpantspoetry: But That's Me

axeinpantspoetry:

The Scientist lays out field notebooks,

In a pretty array,

Waiting for opportunity to knock,

Studying, studying, sleeping.

The Woodsman sharpens her axe,

Laying eyes on the blade, running fingers over honed metal,

Hungry.

The Muscles ache,

The Heart hurts,

The Skin…

Awesome

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