September 3, 2006

• Tonight I sat in our bedroom and stared at the cherry floor.  I looked at it feeling I'd seen and was familiar with every inch of it.  I cut the cherry trees down, I perspired as they fell, I wrapped the chains around the base of those cherry logs and pulled them from the woods.  I helped feed those logs to the sawyer and hauled the resulting boards to the mill.  I sanded the floor they were layed on and stained them and applied the coats of polyurethane.  I knew them from standing timber to floor.  And yet I saw a beautiful grain and color that I had never noticed before in one particular board.  I went to my knees to examine it and touch it.  It was a cherry board that I had not noticed before.  Both of us had been cheated. 

  Stars fall from the sky while I look away. 

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