Wednesday, September 18, 2013

stuff in our heads



mouths closed, silent;
opening the day calm, in order.
the many, the workers,
cool, fresh and clean.

if we could assemble
our confusing and jumbled
Rorschach pieces of dream
there'd be more we'd know.

1 comment:

Annie said...

"the many, the workers, cool, fresh and clean" is my favorite line in this poem, and the gentle cadence of the entire poem.