Wednesday, April 24, 2013

On the Way to the Playground

On the Way to the Playground

I push, she rides the
stroller down Chestnut

nasturtium, I say
I need to take a picture of this rose

tires inflated
fabrics orange & black

lavender, jasmine, penta, calla
I need to touch, she says

fingers to yellow petals
palm to pinkest crowns

Burt Kimmelman [Poets Online blog]

Cutting board, knife, bread
crumbs in dawn light — she
stood and ate beside
the kitchen sink, then
got back into bed.

1 comment:

  1. oh, thank you, it's beautiful. (the rose) And I like the poem and its inspiration, makes the everyday beautiful...something to honor. Nice