not by intent, exactly, when repairing rotten sill
and ripping away needless wires
strung overhead, but under the floor
at times, a two-man job, with banter
still, keep an eye open for the unanticipated byproduct
in this case, a jest
envisioning a beer and wine cellar under the kitchen
nothing fancy, but acknowledging
the homebrew art
and gratitude for a place to age bottles decently
as for the wine, a house rule price limit
imposed by a glutted market
in season, the bulkhead would open its wings
on the shaded grilling garden, to the north,
or its cavern of contemplation within
a place of solitude and spiders
Squirrel would frequent
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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