open
paintbox
you are a smudged
palette
found timber by the road
smeared
and ripped
hot with
turps and nails
splinters
lime
hung by rope and straps
you dangle
once floor, wall, desk, beam
once kite,
boat, cot
once gallows,
stocks
once tree
once were useful, now can be recycled!
ReplyDeleteLove the way this poem closes in on its source of being.
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