Saturday, March 12, 2016

Today's li'l poem

burke: PAPER TALES #
The closely typed and printed pages of
an academic draft lie in the basket

screwed up and thrown higgledy-piggledy
screaming of frustration and anger.

Beneath lies the flat and restrained
text of a child's self-penned story

first draft in her own hand. I pour
my breakfast tea and ponder how

a recycling basket can say so much,
little sculptures expressing the mood

of their sculptor, how the paper
speaks of the trees it came from.

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