No one ever said Poetry had to be pretty.

Dishes in the sink
Waitin’ and waitin’
Get up and go outside
In the rain, if they could
Fish-back and soup-bit
Smell forth resolutely
Black forks and knives
Almost, not quite, forgotten
Pots and pans scattered
Science projects gone awry
Lots of work…to clean up
After someone else

10-6-91

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