3/1/10

The Optic Nerve

On Lori's porch are desert ferns,
a bowl of golden clementines,
two broken urns, an overturned
terra cotta pot, a cot,

an overflowing litter box,
a fallen chime, assorted pairs
of winter boots and flip flops,
a cluster of shattered light bulbs,

some broken phones, a bread machine,
a rusty stove, some metal pipe,
a leaning stack of magazines,
a couple gutted box springs,

and just beyond the climbing vine,
the neighbors’ effing clothesline.


(first published in Unsplendid)