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In Memory of Pocket Knives
On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A good blade could shape the hull of a model boat or thinly peel an apple or carve a name clean into the smooth bark of a spotted gum. There was a world to make with a pocket knife, mine a pearl handled beauty with two folding blades, short and long. It was beyond the mind to think it a weapon, only a treasured possession of pure utility, a tool for hands to bring forth a creation or to cut free a form from its binding. Finally, years saw its blades become blunt and spend less time in my pocket, more languishing at the bottom of a drawer. It's still preserved with a nostalgic reverence. Nowadays, whittling has become a lost art for boys, pocket knives tarnished by a new age and drafted for duty in the service of fear. On those long days when it is too hot to do anything much, hands still crave to carve things that substitute for a piece of wood, twitching away in the cramped solitude of an air-conditioned self.
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