Thursday, September 15, 2011

Poem of the Day #2

Erin Bow

What can heal us?

Like men who have lost legs,
we cannot be restored,
but the tumbling world
makes lights of us--
the sea turns glass
to milk. A teacup handle
is a tool for divination.



Bahnree said...

It sounds nice. ^____^ Like a head massage. Oh golly that was irreverent. No but I'll have to stare at it more to get past the "Mmmmmm..." stage.

Snazel said...

You are so irreverent. :D

But yeah, I had the head-massage feeling too. That's why it's up there! Well that, and that I was thinking about poems about change, and it was memorable therefore.

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