Sunday, March 20, 2011

No Corn Chex Today




No Corn Chex Today

She unsnaps her chambray shirt,
drapes it on the dead treadmill.
The window box AC grinds.
Strawberries,she grins,
with gobs of chocolate syrup.
The horses in the pipe corral
are brushed and watered.
There's no lawn to cut tight.
She dances hip-motion circles,
sings, Rilke, Rilke, Rilke,
like a delirious, toothy bird.
She likes to paint from Polaroids.

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