Thursday, January 22, 2009

Graf #1

I see a collection of nimble breakfast sausages when I look at my hands. The digits are splattered with short straight scars the result of many broken beer bottles and brushes with the razor sharp stainless steel edges of industrial restaurant equipment.The nails are neatly groomed and free of debris, the palms are thoroughly washed and fit for food preparation. These hands have reduced many pencils to shavings by having sketched designs for many restaurants, they have been part of many welcoming grips, they have been the devices responsible for boundless merriment through their crafting of food and drink, and they have long been the soft familiar pads that warmly pat deserving backs.

2 comments:

  1. Aw, that's all too darn slick in detail, thought, dexterity, and tone. You're ready to teach the course, forget taking it.

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  2. Thanks John let's hope I haven't peaked!

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