The Anthologist
[Spring 1969]


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Roy F. Barrows

Part of it
was the smell
of the thin
layer of oil
that protected 
the fifteen nails--
a cotter pin,
marble chips
and a perch fin
from friction

The rest was the boy 
riding the porch swing
with his eyes closed to see 
that made it the machine.