Poem of the Month

by Gae Rusk

The events of this morning
became one more stain
on that old rug

When I flung it through
the only open window
itís edges curled
while all our hot wind
kept it afloat

When that carpet drifted past
a window east of ours
someone saved it
just pulled it in whole

May they keep it forever
while I finally
enjoy the harmony
of bare wood soles


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