No, not magnets. No poems on the refrigerator (although I have no problems with them).
Consider, how cleaning out the refrigerator is akin to sorting through all your poems and giving the heave-ho to those that would best serve as mulch.
Tomorrow is garbage day and there are scraps of poems aplenty for pick-up. The refrigerator is looking quite smart, too.
(Hypotheticals continued)
ReplyDeleteAs they stopped by the roadside
in a particularly green stretch of field
the daughter and her companion
began a conversation with a purveyor
Selling ripe tomatoes and soft cheese
she began to talk of nothing special
but something in her manner
led to an inquiry of what she knew