Saturday, June 27, 2009

Friday's daily poem written 8 hours late (6/26/09)

Building My Box

Mary, for no good reason I forgot
I can exhale—
I have to stop trying
folding tiny tabs in corners,
trimming the double-sided tape—

Notice, the joints fold together smoothly
even though I measured some parts once
because I was thinking about apperception
yesterday when I cut the template,
because I knew the sound a sparrow’s wings make
buttering the hedge.

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