Friday, June 10, 2011
Ode to the purses of yesteryear   [boomerang poem]
Lost years nestle down in their corners
and hide in inreachable deeps
a crypt without stone & no mourners
Pandora on purse-strappage sleeps
has history patterns & sweeps?
have stockings more holes than we’ve darners?
are poems concealed in their heaps?
lost years nestle down in their corners
For Rachel Dacus
[riffing on her Facebook ruminations]