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Thursday, April 17, 2014
Overheard at Table 5: Poem of the Day
Poem of the Day:
we floundered, and then our love
was this dead thing, that we dissected
with a pair of pruning hooks on the
floor of the shed out back behind the house.
we did it quietly,
so the neighbors could not hear us over the garden wall,
burying the pieces in various spots in the yard:
under the flower bed,
in the potted plant,
and one tiny shard that I crushed into the soft earth
moistened by the slow constant drip from the
outside faucet that I never could get around to fixing.