Today's poem is by Genevieve Kaplan
Winter, reflected in our keen houses
The sky is plain and the bushes thin, the walks bare,
the structure broad, appealing.
The room a box, the home
nothing will grow
where it is. The sky bends against the planks.
Lonesome, uncomplicated curve.
working along so even.
The stairway, the rail, the back of the chair.
The body of a lamp, a globe.
Curtains that scrape against the floor. The fabric
so thin the scams show through.
The light creates the effect
which cannot be so different from wavering.
Copyright © 2012 Genevieve Kaplan All rights reserved
from In the ice house
Red Hen Press
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