Poems

In Rented Homes

In rented homes
you take off your coat
hang it on the rusty metal hook
put on the tired leather slippers
pause and then
the wait of the wooden chair is filled
you close your eyes    open
you don’t know in which house you sit
writing a poem on the wearing down of objects

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