From Tasting Rhubarb
amazing
how something
so plain pleases
how
drawn I
am to this
quiet
angularity and
its matching shadows
I
imagine myself
pulling up a
chair
and laying
my head on
the
table top
rubbing my hot
cheek
on the
cool white surface
before
I pick
up my pen
and
write only
small smooth words
This poem fits right in with Shaker furniture … small and smooth and right.
Comment by brendanblue — February 13, 2008 @ 4:27 pm
Spare and powerful. As always.
Comment by zhoen — February 14, 2008 @ 1:23 pm