Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Back Room



On top of the woodstove,
the crust around the spout
of the black cast iron pot
feels like Winter to me.

The blue couch loves dark motion
and moons around the round
braided rug in short barks
all night.

Spinning in the air with
the sharp bite of woodsmoke
tiny rainbows arc
and dance with the sun.


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