Tuesday, April 18, 2006

An epopee revealed, one morning at a time

Your hands, square, perfect
for opening jars,
          setting up tents,
                    launching boats, hold

a book of Nabokov poems (you
prefer poetry that rhymes)
and nudge me awake

to read aloud a poem:
          a family picnic and a man
                    who disappears into a tree.

2 Comments:

Anonymous jks said...

this is lovely. Epopee!

7:20 PM  
Blogger hip_ragdoll said...

Perfect poem for a Thursday in April.

10:37 AM  

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