THE BOLT, THERE IS ALWAYS A BEGINING
BOLT Bolt, a simple thing, a head, threads, point, Yet massive and tall structures, stitched together with, Magical are the humble points, steel sutures marvelous, Above the world, iron worker balanced, The wind is up, sun is shining, beam a flying, The spud goes into the hole, perhaps bull and hammer, Yet the holes will align, the bolt in, upside down, Washer and nut, finger tight, then the next one, On and on, till frame is whole, or day is done, Next, final alignment, then tighten to specs,... Sign in to see full entry.