Wednesday, January 16, 2013

What advice does the refrigerator offer a poet?

Open me.
Take what you can use.
Make something fresh of the left behind.

A fine meal, a fine poem always knows
what has been taken out. What is only hinted at.
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  1. Susan E. GangelJanuary 16, 2013 at 1:39 PM

    This One Time (6)


    Must we heat up everything that falls our way?
    As if in effigy of a favorite relative
    the hats are flying off the shelf

    once so carefully arranged
    they make a madness out of the simple floor

    and all the silly ribbons smile at the child

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