Monday, January 4, 2016

Ryan Hardgrove- A Poem

Folding laundry

and the rain is
coming down
like warm milk
on the thin panes
adding to it
always adding to it
painting the moment
that special blue-grey shimmer

only once a day
will a moment
separate itself from the universe

and when it hits
it hits suddenly
the moment frozen somehow
as the rest
of the madness
continues to churn along
separate from this
snow-globe living room

and it is the waiting
that counts
hanging from
all the other seconds
that stitch together our lives
it is all for this
just a shred
of comfort
folding laundry
in the living room

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