Monday, April 18, 2016

POem MOnth day 18



                          a     bed      pretending


And each house had its
particular role to play.

 Old guy, I better
get us a cleaning person.
 
You do try, never
a sink full of dishes,
but crumbs & enough dirt
to turn our soles dark.

I am out the door early,
then back for sleep.

A house is very good
at pretending
to be
a bed.
 
 

C.M.
 
 
 

 

 

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