Sunday, November 27, 2005

Basement Apartment

I like to think of you outside.
We were better people in the sunshine.

Rooms cluttered with picture frames and books.
Garage sale purchases lined the shelves.

Half my mornings were spent in the dark.
Moving quietly through the room while you slept.

You said this was a sign of weakness.
I think, for a clumsy person,

I had a surprising amount of grace.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like all these poems, but why is this my favourite? It is like a good song that I don't quite understand but have to sing over and over. Those are the best ones.

12:04 AM  

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