16" Blade

I stand on my wrap around porch, Hands on hips, Looking, Seeing nothing but Helmet, Face, Throttle. Deep from inside feeling everything but The leather chaps and steel toed boots. Pushed up by my heart, I stand on my toes, Thinking, not stopping. 16 inch blade and husky saws. Moving to the edge, Hands firmly gripped to the wood, I consider going back. I consider throwing on my trench coat now, Take a drive right on down to the lumber yard, Sit there and watch. Whipped saw tooth, Wedge cuts, I’ll sit here all day. Wait through lunch breaks, Steel lunch boxes opened with Rough saw dust hands. Helmet, Face, Throttle. Foot pushed hard on the break, Feeling like honking. Catching my eye, Like a dog I perk up, Smile to smile.