Maple

  

Maple

 

 

Propped in a corner sits a bat. Its body lacquered with red finish,

deep crimson.

 

I question the notion of restoring authenticity, making it

            new again, removing all the cowhide bruises.

 

And then sponging away the tar.

            Just some cosmetic surgery not to change it, but to

 

make new again, sacrificing its history in the process of

                                                abandoning its character.