September 4, 2014My Ordinary Love
I want you to know
what a simple thing it is,
what a plain, what a humdrum.
I want you to know
what a grey thing it is,
what a gritty, what a numb.
It is a golden thing, it is
a loud, it is a fabulous flower—
Oh it is a solid thing,
a red thing, a steady;
it is a quiet thing,
a dense thing, a ruddy.
from #43 - Spring 2014