Friday, August 24, 2012

a broom and possibilities

a broom in hand
of the possibilities

ah, but alas without one
in the spaces between

to employ those uses are
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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