Saturday, June 5, 2010
Inside Boxes
A year after my last post, a poem written yesterday:
Inside Boxes
How the dust settles on
toilette bolts door hinges window panes
The trail of skin cells
winded to the margins
Those flaked wisps
Through air holes and light slits
the sketched rustling of inside sweepers
gathering evidence
into piles every second sunday
the scales cleared away
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