He buffs the welt with horsehair brush
The leather warms beneath his touch
Quercus robur shades the window box
Its roots drink deep past bedrock blocks
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Leather drinks the wax through afternoon
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Steam and dust become a tune
His fingers trace the grain and scar
Like xylem veins in oak tree bark
The copper kettle sings its scale
Camellia drops a petal pale
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Leather drinks the wax through afternoon
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Steam and dust become a tune
Pumice stone and beeswax tin
Rest on birch wood smooth and thin
Monstera unfurls a fenestrate
The cobbler works in steady state
The city hum is dampened here
By floor tom pulse and fuzzy sphere
Where overdriven guitars cascade
And isolation finds its trade
He stitches thread through holdfast hole
Like fungi bind the dark soil whole
The steam rises condenses cold
On emerald leaf and leather soul
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Leather drinks the wax through afternoon
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Steam and dust become a tune
Last pass of cloth brings up the shine
A mirrored surface clean defined
The kettle clicks the steam subsides
The plants exhale where light abides
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Leather drinks the wax through afternoon
Sole and stem in kitchen light
Steam and dust become a tune
Sole and stem in evening light
Where leather breathes and roots hold tight
