Reach down behind the sofa cushion,
and find a coin, or failing that,
a pin that stirs the wisdom of sight
Pull the refrigerator out from the wall,
reach for the broom, erase
evidence of long quiet months
Feet make scuffled patterns
and stop too soon, no footnotes
while others scurry on, searchless
Time passes, untired, moves
dreamless, imaginary construct
of elusive substance
Thursday, June 15, 2006
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4 comments:
Been wondering where you were. I think I'd be scared to move our frig. That maybe where all the dinosaurs went!! Great poem Steve!!
Some deep plumbing here.
pat - interesting things do find their way back there, especially when one uses the top as a shelf.:)
aurora - so nice to read that - thank you.
vaughn - time keeps flowing by, doesn't it? Sometimes I wonder if there's a leak, though - less coming out the end of the pipe than what went in.:)
nice one
i think we all have dusty treasures
some which are best left hidden too
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