September 19, 2011 § 7 Comments
She wrapped up in waxed paper and
Spent the night beneath the clothes line,
Sound asleep, protected from the rain,
Crimson saucers covering her ears,
The image of inanimate exhaustion,
Surrounded by a mound of spoons
Resplendent in the stars’ light;
Odd sanctuary, silver, green.
How, you may ask, can the spoons be resplendent in the stars’ light if it is raining? I am guessing that the rain came first, then it cleared up.