Vacuuming with a Divining Rod
October 18, 2011 § 2 Comments
The hum of gossip in the hotel lobby
Was interrupted by the appearance of the dowager.
She showed up uninvited,
mumbling over a handful of atoms in a bizarre voice.
She was fond of old jewelry, and moved with bewitching precision,
As if she were vacuuming with a divining rod.
After the elderly woman’s departure,
The lobby was flooded with cold rain.