Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Twelve Pots

bones achin'
throat burnin'
ears ringin'

floor's turnin'!



12 pots 




12 pots of water

[boiled on the stove, just like old times]

carried carefully up 1 flight of stairs
up and down,

All to catch a cold
from getting bad.



And so colds happen
on frozen and white
January nights

& mischievous winds
thoughtlessly
extinguish pilot lights.

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