Friday, July 3, 2009

Poetry Friday

Note: Tabatha A. Yeatts has the round-up this week. Head over for lots of great poetry and poetry discussion. Here's my bit for Poetry Friday.
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In the oasis of cool basement

we sit side by side and sort the

bin marked "odds and ends."

He loses interest and wanders

away then circles round again

to see what I've tossed into the

tall trash can. Junk. Treasures.

Flotsam. Shards. He pulls out

and slips onto his small, soft wrist

an old watch. "It's broken,"

I say. But a smile lifts his cheeks.

He twirls the metal band, touches

the clear, glass face. "I'll wear it

anyway," he says. "We'll just be

frozen in time."


laurasalas said...

Cool last line! Love that.

Lori Van Hoesen said...

Thanks for that one. :)

Ann Finkelstein said...


Yat-Yee said...

We've all had that feeling of not wanting to let go, but you've captured it perfectly.

Andromeda Jazmon said...

You've captured a magical moment! Thanks for this.

Mary Lee said...

I've been sorting and pitching in the basement these last couple of weeks and your poem is perfect!