buck naked is the opposite of hate

Buck naked poems wear the innocence of youth, the wisdom of nature, the experience of craft. They come of a lifetime in the building trades, of sawdust embedded beneath fingernails. Of the questions of children and the adventure of their raising. Of the wisdom of birds, the pawprint of raccoon, the loyalty of dog and the wariness of cat. Of romance, of a lifetime love. Of digging trenches, connecting wires, banging nails. Of a reverence for trees, of the guilt of slicing wood, of the pleasure of providing comfort and shelter. Of ancestors, of ghosts. Of, each day, seeking the humane.