Friday, April 20, 2012

A white bed frame

You think how lovely the metal bed frame is
as you tap out jesus loves the little children

with your pen, you wonder where it came from
and how much lovelier it probably was

before it was painted
red and yellow black and white

you cringe, the clanging vibration
suddenly sounding harsh, you make excuses

for so many layers of paint
hiding a true shine

for humanity
guiding some things along more slowly.

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