If you look close enough
a garden becomes a meadow,
walls give way to windows.
A magpie watches from the edge,
jaws at anything complex.
It is time to throw out mismatched socks,
the king-size that never fit;
stuff the cache in yesterday's hamper,
unfence simplicity.
We find beauty in clothespins, hairpins,
a line swaying behind a dryerless nest.
The wet towel we share.
tk/January 2015
A rare glimpse of R.A.D. Stainforth in color...his most beautiful read to date...
