Tradition settled tidily
into the space life left,
set to and tidied corners,
primped bows and
made correct.
It gathered up the dregs,
collected all the dross,
preened at all the edges,
brought order and
then left.
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into the space life left,
set to and tidied corners,
primped bows and
made correct.
It gathered up the dregs,
collected all the dross,
preened at all the edges,
brought order and
then left.
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and then left ... left a lump in throat. The metaphor of housekeeping is simply wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd was no more. I can almost hear the echo left behind in the lines of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for playing.
-Nicole