Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 484 - things they glow just to be seen again

we cut the long jute threads   eventually  the green beans 
 fell out   into our hands  not a wisp of smell 
 so far from coffee   as it sat inside the  pink  60’s
 canister     you said    how life has grown
 so calm  the place is shining 

     things   they glow     just to be seen again

free from time spent weeping
below the porch boards    in the clock
where all the keys  were set to live
no matter  where the lock   that fit
sat     waiting to be turned


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