to air and store, to host
the mouse that eats the soap.
no longer . it is stored in tins,
now, even the chewed bits.
it left the government soap
alone, that just dried out slowly.
in the tidying we lost
the bandages and rattling threads,
found remembered handkerchiefs,
starched, boxed with pins.
oh joy of tidiness, so much could be
thrown, so much can be kept.
these are the falling days.
sbm.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
to air and store, to host
the mouse that eats the soap.
no longer . it is stored in tins,
now, even the chewed bits.
it left the government soap
alone, that just dried out slowly.
in the tidying we lost
the bandages and rattling threads,
found remembered handkerchiefs,
starched, boxed with pins.
oh joy of tidiness, so much could be
thrown, so much can be kept.
these are the falling days.
sbm.
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