Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Made Bed

Sometimes it’s the only thing right
with the world.

What we say is an excess
given to wrinkling,
crimps obscuring seams,
the way we act.
Nothing neat about that.

Now behold the power of
smoothed sheets, the reach
of a starched bed skirt draped
like Niagara airbrushed.
A small pillow rests dead center,
its perfect pintucks cooing
order, order.

--me

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