Monday, October 1, 2012

daily poem

There are two rooms
inside this house. One
whitened. Someone
poured bleach,
said don't talk just make it
all clean but i know
underneath those painted
floorboards is brown dirt,
life trying to
happen without seeds.

The second room
is all red, blue, yellow
splashes and sparkle
paint, color leaking
under the door, seeping
through the hinges.
Seeds sticking to the door,
spilled on the floor.

This is how it works then,
this creation.  One walks
from one room
to the other.

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