Under the ancient sofa
among the kingdom of skittish dust bunnies,
I searched that strange underworld
of my living room.
I looked behind the refrigerator,
found old bits of a doughnut
and some new species of insect
and the toenail clippers.
Next to the oldest pile of boxes
in the dampest section of the basement,
found three oddly colored socks
and an ant's nest.
I searched the whole house--
I found no words.
Nothing for the sight of you,
walking away
as the clouds melted
and poured from the sky.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
Under the ancient sofa
among the kingdom of skittish dust bunnies,
I searched that strange underworld
of my living room.
I looked behind the refrigerator,
found old bits of a doughnut
and some new species of insect
and the toenail clippers.
Next to the oldest pile of boxes
in the dampest section of the basement,
found three oddly colored socks
and an ant's nest.
I searched the whole house--
I found no words.
Nothing for the sight of you,
walking away
as the clouds melted
and poured from the sky.
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