The little things

(11 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Dad kept his axes head-down in

a coffee can of water to keep the wooden

wedges wet so the axe heads wouldn’t fly

off when he’s “fixing things” in the ever-

less-forested regions of the world.

My brother bought him a solid iron axe

at the empty Sear’s store (where the attentive

and only clerk bummed a smoke), for Christmas.

You think Mom cared about his sorry

axes?  Hellz no.   We sons noticed

the unfit outrage, the abominable travesty,  

in the corner of the garage at

the cabin.  Geez, Dad, it’s a good thing

you had sons to look after.