Feb 19, 2013 10:26
She's tired of the lazy drifting
that everyone calls normal.
"Clichés, we are," she says, sighing.
"Cold and breathless, and true."
She feels along the counter top,
absent-mindedly hoping for
a sharp edge, a jagged interruption.
She shakes her head and tells the
windowsill garden,
"Half a loaf is better than none."
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What a fantastic pairing.
Terrific and tidy poem about suburban (or urban) ennui. I love its compactness, both in space and in time.
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My vocabulary isn't sufficient to detail how sweet and compact that was Marsha .
-Nate
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I'm quite sure it speaks to many more than I .
-Nate
(who's sick as a dog)
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Thank you Marsha ;
I just had some nice tomato & basil soup but I didn't make it to work this morning....
Bummer , that .
-Nate
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