The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for December 2014
until i
am
another
memorial
tucked into
the
kitchen
wainscot
laminated
waiting
to be swept
up or
stuck
behind the
plumber's
business card
until
someone
cleans the junk
drawer and
re-arranges the
silverware
until the
paint is
refreshed and
the floors
re-finished
and the
windows
cleaned
caulked
sealed
until then
i'll
sit
and listen to
the
past
playing
in
my ears
look at pictures
expecting nothing
but
what's
coming