Felco day
Some tools just fit
just right in the hand
Not always at first
But after years of breaking in
Today I pruned the briars
From the fence
Not so much out of
it needed it
But simply for the feel of it
He knew just how and when
To prune
It was the essential part
Of the latter growth
Taking the plant
back to its essence
In these hands
It’s more the butcher
Cutting with abandon
Jeopardizing future beauty
But in his hands
Every cut as from above.
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