10 x 10 on a brown paper bag
i imagine
the brown paper bag
to be my king
the grocery store bag
has stripes
like a racing car
to me a recycling container
to liam
a sand box
sadness
a brown paper bag
simple stuff
like our ashes
making cat toys
we cut the handles
from paper bags
if we are this stuff
I hold you
like milk
our bodies turned
to paper
filled with the neighbors’
groceries
no paper bag
likes to be wet
no whetstone dry
there is a fine dust
in this
bag of food
drinking wine
washing brushes
a few poems
tomorrow
paper bag
Copyright © 2012 Lilibug Publishing
I studied Chinese scholar painting for many years. When I read this poem again, the last stanza jumps out. It could have been, word for word, an inscription on an old high-brow Ming painting, tingzi and everything. Except for paper bag!
I studied Chinese scholar painting for many years. When I read this poem again, the last stanza jumps out. It could have been, word for word, an inscription on an old high-brow Ming painting, tingzi and everything. Except for paper bag!
