Living from glass
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For my father
My father’s fingers
yearned for the chalk dust
on the hands of a teacher,
the wiped-off words –
the ashes of a lesson.
He held a diamond,
but not for show,
a hard knife-point.
With precision born of need,
he cut panes of glass.
And so, brought home his pay.