Monday, April 10, 2006

Let Alone Wash

The first morning I knew we had neighbors

they came inside, ate, used the drill to make

a ledge for items, and left. The were some celebrities

who lived down the street, those who came over

that day were not celebrities. Weeks later, I returned

their drill, gave them back the aluminum pan used

for the roast, and let them live in their house once again.

4 comments:

AnnMarie Eldon said...

I absolutely love this - its brevity - wonderfully compact imagery - masses of leaps and bounds

Jordan said...

AnnMarie, you've made me feel wonderful. So many thanks.

666poetry-finchnot said...

a very funny strange poem

i quite like it


like annmarie said
masses of leaps & bounds

moves in it's own way

thanx

~jenn

Sheila Murphy said...

Feels like life, and so appreciated, Jordan!