Burma Shave

Story ID:	4061
Written by:	John Stone (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:	Loner
Story type:	Family History
Location:	Elverta CA USA
Year:	2008

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straight razor
whetted to a diamond edge
I remember the rhythmic slap
blade against leather
as he stropped and stropped
his gnarled mahogany hands
in sure manipulation
as the hot water ran

I watched in wonder from the hallway
memorizing his ritual
admiring his deft strokes
waiting for the blood
that never came...

The razor is mine now
one of the little things
he left behind in memory
i keep it sharp
as the obsidian blade
but have never used it
he was so much better than i
in a close shave

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