The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for May 2016
there are always
words
lost or found
right or
wrong
remembered or forgotten
recorded or silent
familiar or
strange
*
and so there are
paintings
which do not
speak
at all
*
and rooms
like his
with
interior
voices hidden by the hiss
of the
humidifier
while
the furnace sighs in
warm
dry
air
*
and always we
wait out spring
for summer
with
imagination shackled
like our
heart inside out chest