The Story Garden 5.0
Poetry
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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