Today's poem is by Carmen Germain
All night I climb in dream rubble,
wind cracking sleep
like a sheet left out on the line.
But this morning is the world again.
East light heats wooden floors,
my long hair winds comb's teeth,
my husband's blue shirt drapes a chair.
They say if you live long enough,
you, too, will live alone, your love
like a Chinese box. Inside the roar
of longing, a great November storm.
Inside the storm, a small, new music.
Inside the music, a wild, red fox.
Copyright © 2008 Carmen Germain All rights reserved
from These Things I Will Take with Me
Cherry Grove Collections
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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