Friday, September 30, 2011

30 Poems in 30 Days
Day 28 - building something

I'm building a book.
Taking what I know
growing it on pages
like garden beds
the contents of my head
spread and mulched.

I'm building a book
reaching into space
and time, travelling
into the spine, feeling
stretched, stitched
wanting to put it down.

But I'm still building
the book. It needs
covers. It needs
characters. "Shove over!"
I say, "Get your own
stories." They don't go away.

I'm building this book.
I began with the people
the furniture, nothing
for it to stand on.
Suddenly: there's a floor.
And a window I can't ignore.

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