The Poetry of Mary K O'Melveny

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TRANSITIONS: A HAIKU

 

 

the movers have gone

 

boxes are flattened  emptied

 

shelves begin to fill

 

 

 

we’ve begun anew

 

telling our stories on walls

 

each pot placed with care

 

 

 

books we loved were saved

 

they nestle beside others

 

we’ve yet to savor

 

 

 

the bed has been made

 

clothes with hopes hang in closets

 

we’ve pruned the others

 

 

 

our essential tools:

 

picture hooks hammers nails screws

 

internet service

 

 

 

last night we slept well

 

there were no sirens or horns

 

no urban bedlam

 

 

 

our windows face trees

 

a red-shouldered hawk soars past

 

she bids us welcome

 

 

 

 

 


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