Floor by Jane Hirshfield

The nails, once inset, rise to the surface—
or, more truly perhaps, over years
the boards sink down to meet what holds them.
Worn, yes, but not worn through:
the visible work reveals itself in iron,
to be pounded down again, for what we’ve declared
the beautiful to be.

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1 Response to Floor by Jane Hirshfield

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