The Poetry of Mary K O'Melveny

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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