The Poetry of Mary K O'Melveny



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




my . artist run website