small poems & small plates
Rearrangementscelery hearts on the new blue plateshe's come to dinner againwhere is my best tableclothmy chalice, my flame?I'm not sure of anything I sayanymoreBlankets on the bed we sat onnew socks and pajamas for the holidaysI wish I could be someone importantI long for seaside adventuresI remember the adverb mightilybut can't recall why I learned itShe rides her bike in silencealong the country roadsTo go home would be so normalWould be so normal, like her friendsDon't forget the salt for the celeryShe cannot eat it any other way
Rearrangements
ReplyDeletecelery hearts on the new blue plate
she's come to dinner again
where is my best tablecloth
my chalice, my flame?
I'm not sure of anything I say
anymore
Blankets on the bed we sat on
new socks and pajamas for the holidays
I wish I could be someone important
I long for seaside adventures
I remember the adverb mightily
but can't recall why I learned it
She rides her bike in silence
along the country roads
To go home would be so normal
Would be so normal, like her friends
Don't forget the salt for the celery
She cannot eat it any other way