The Narrow Bench
November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
The remnants of her favorite funnel
Protruded from the battered luggage.
She knew it was too late to determine
Why the suitcase had been flattened,
So she lingered on the narrow bench
Under the dusty tattered banner,
Wondering if she would ever find
The huge elaborate libraries
That housed golden particles of lace.