Today's poem is by Robin Behn

The Yellow House as God

Saffron cube comets lick,
orbiting the binary system

Door knocker glinting
like a little dead star's
cheeky Eagle Scout grin.

If the man comes through and sends
the telescope for Christmas
how can the woman level

and explain the farthest things
to the boy? The floor having drifted out
from under them so gradually.

The way years went.
Face first into the basin of stars.
A gesture. A something. Consent.

Copyright © 2011 Robin Behn All rights reserved
from The Yellow House
Spuyten Duyvil
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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