Disarray of Naught
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I swept off the picnic table benches
and cleaned the top, and, also
the table beside it which holds
my disarray of naught.
I wiped down the table's cloth
and redeemed the lot, and, also
the table's tabletop, which once held
my disarray if naught.
I saw my tennies footprints
overlapped in the fabric of dust below
the table's benches, so I took the hose
and sprayed them into naught.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/12/05
enjoyed much
William .....Peace & Love
There are many memories in the ethereal magnetism in the circle
of a "PICNIC TABLE"... "Disarray of Naught" flows flawless glows.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
good write
john+