Friday, August 24, 2012

a broom and possibilities


a broom in hand
think
of the possibilities

ah, but alas without one
sadness
in the spaces between

to employ those uses are
alive
left in the hand of the poet

...

a broom handle and head
ah, were a broom in my hand
now I would ...

the ceiling would echo
through to the floor
to the chamber within above

the floor would creak
under the weight of hearts
through the space between

a broom in hand
we would live
the possibilities


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