Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Poem for Now

My life is a tear down:
Knotty pine, out-of-date den with small windows
ready for the wrecking ball.
Shag carpet--stained and musty from age,
wallpaper that once was cheery, now peeling sepia daisies.
Atomic formica, linoleum--real--not vinyl
and a pink bathroom, chipped, cracked and cracking
with a rust stain here and there.
Soon to be a foot print
filled with the rubble of the past,
surrounded by an untended garden.
Ready for something new, something massive.

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