my father’s work gloves

my father’s work gloves

rest on the handles of the wheel barrel;

they hold the shape of a man’s hands,

worn from splitting wood and stacking

it in the shed, raking and burning leaves.

my father’s work gloves

are marked with blood, earned

when he lost his footing on the wood pile;

the chainsaw bucked.

my father’s work gloves

rest on the handles of the wheel barrel