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] |
Domestic
Cutting board, knife, bread
crumbs in dawn light — she
stood and ate beside
the kitchen sink, then
got back into bed.
crumbs in dawn light — she
stood and ate beside
the kitchen sink, then
got back into bed.
oh, thank you, it's beautiful. (the rose) And I like the poem and its inspiration, makes the everyday beautiful...something to honor. Nice
ReplyDelete