Vesna McMaster - Match

We’re trying something new, the other half and I.

He bought a guitar, I got out my mandolin.

Alone, we sound just fine

Our tunes when matched

Are out of kilter

Peeling decking prepped for paint

Same tin, the perfect match

But new-spread patches darkly smooth

Weathered layers in faded shades

Match my skills to job requirements

They’re such a perfect fit

But apparently I’ve weathered:

They want fresh paint

If all the warehouses

Of crippled dreams

Should accidentally burn down

Insurance rise would render them

Untenable

All it would take

is a few matches