The Old Slab at the Lumber Yard


The old slab is oak, two inches thick.

It rests on a fragrant pile of shavings
and sawdust at the lumber yard.

Though it awaits legs and a finish,
place and purpose, it does not
expect to be delivered from this.

It still reverberates from
customers at the corner store
in Brooklyn over five generations

taking the occasional hand or
hip leaned against it. Taking in
what a strong wall takes in.


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