Coffin

Yesterday I finished my coffin building project.  Drop in sometime for the viewing.  (of the coffin, not my viewing)

So here is a photo and a poem that came after I got the project done.

          Soliloquy

Once you finish your coffin

you knock on wood and wait

for a knock at the door.

Or for the dog to come back

from his amorous night abroad. 

Twice a day the tide comes in. 

Its rip beats a swift retreat

at the close of the third act

you watch all your life after

the curtain is drawn.  The lines

you thought you knew by heart,

you forget and have to ad lib. 

Maybe your lines will be better. 

Maybe no one will notice

your exit left, the heroine still

on stage for her soliloquy.

                              —Donnell Hunter