Thursday, April 28, 2005

Poetrymind at Work!

INTERIM



Like the radiator that sits

in the kitchen passing gas;

like the mop with its head

on the floor, weeping;

or the poinsettia that pretends

its leaves are flowers;

the cheap paint peels

off the steamed walls.

When you have nothing to say,

the sadness of things

speaks for you,

-Ruth Stone from "In the Dark" (2004)

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