Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

January 23, 2006

the vacant lot

Someone's home was thrown away,
from beneath a trailer, just across
the way from me; I saw inside
from my safe crag of glass:
the heaviness of the bed
(such as it was) inside
the frail torn tent,
the corrugated
so supplicatory
resting place.

It was already beneath,
but then, how delicately
it was finally dismantled.

Posted by Delire at January 23, 2006 12:26 PM
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