|Thinking of Work|
|by James Shea|
A brief storm blew the earth clean. There was much to do: sun to put up, clouds to put out, blue to install, limbs to remove, grass to implant. (The grass failed. We ordered new grass.) A limb had cracked in half in the short storm, short with its feeling. We saw its innards, all the hollow places. Something flew out of the window and then the window flew out of the window.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday Poem - (a Poem a Day for Lent)
Love the simplicity, and complexity of this poem. I highly recommend a visit to Poets.org if you haven't already been.
Posted by Ronda Broatch at 9:21 PM