1.26.2012

oneword: collar

Colored wax scrubbed enthusiastically
across paper glaciers
frozen over dried stereotypic leaves.
I didn't know I was supposed to remove
the little plastic collar stays
when it was time to iron.
Sand washed over hands shoved firmly
into bell tails, containing sips of ocean.

2 comments:

StrangeThoughts said...

This is really pretty! All the poems you post are spectacular!

Sidney k. said...

pARABÉNS AMEI , OLHA DÁ UMA OLHADA NO MEU, SUA VISÃO É EMOCIONAL É INCRIVEL. sidenyk.blogspot.com dIÁRIO DE UM PENSADOR