THINGS SHOULDN'T BE SO HARD
A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space—
however small —
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn't
be so hard.
Copyright © 2005 by Kay Ryan.
1 comment:
Shame on you for not telling me Ornery Bastard is on yer Blogroll, I had to find out the hard way!
Stop by and you will find yerself on mine now!
Thanks. It's pretty late here but I will make a point of stopping by tomorrow to check out these books you have listed to see if anything catches my eye.
Busted
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