The Poetry of Mary K O'Melveny

Return to MUSINGS





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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