An early-morning walk in the cold . . . the bark of a dog . . . slowly rising smoke . . .
As If Buttons Are Eyes
Before my bath
I set out clean clothes
gently, now, as if
buttons are
eyes.
From “Morning Notes: Three Short Poems”
Poems, Slightly Used, October 24, 2008
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Categories: Drawings, Poems, Slightly Used
