In that blue corner lies an exception
A pretty brief rose and a brief squirrel -
But not just any corner of forgotten dust
Where things get thrown away, but a squirrel
Bushy-tailed with gleaming eyes and nuts
Is this the containment of a natural situation?
Ah, but still more a ring than a wrecked bed
Though less than a coffin, and also more -
My recollection of lambent grace, I speak
Of our years together and of the time it took
To reassemble me, and then she started reading.
But not just any corner of forgotten dust
Where things get thrown away, but a squirrel
Bushy-tailed with gleaming eyes and nuts
Is this the containment of a natural situation?
Ah, but still more a ring than a wrecked bed
Though less than a coffin, and also more -
My recollection of lambent grace, I speak
Of our years together and of the time it took
To reassemble me, and then she started reading.
Thank you. It's an eel of a poem. :)
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