The Story Garden 5.0
Poetry


Photograph by Sue Miller dhayana

What are things
in our bedroom

on the walls &
piled in closets?

Our music loops
around the room

piggybacked on
slight warm light.

Hear the sounds
follow ceiling fan

dust that falls
limp through

smoke &
near dark,

each note
the noise

of knicknacks,
pillows piled

pellmell on our
magic carpet.

I trace you in
the bedroom dusk

with my finger--
with the efficacy

of packing crystal,
or letting go.

--Kenneth L. Clark
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