Today's poem is by Steven Cramer

I hear the dinner plates gossip

I hear the dinner plates gossip
Mom collected to a hundred.
My friends say get on board,
but Iím not bored. Dadís a nap

lying by the fire. Thatís why
when radios broadcast news,
news broadcast from radios
gives air to my kinship, Dickey,

who says heíd go dead if ever
I discovered him to them.
I took care, then, the last time
bedrooms banged, to tape over

the outlets, swipe the prints
off DVDs, weep up the tea
stains where once was coffee.
Not one seep from him since.

What, you wander, do I mean?
Except for slinging my songs
wayward home, how do things
in people go? is what I mean.

Copyright © 2012 Steven Cramer All rights reserved
from Clangings
Sarabande Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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