Poem #19

The sheetrock guy

gets no respect. But who else

conceals electrical mysteries

entombs the house’s circulation

tweaks skewed corners

into true.

Tape up the cracks,

skim a coat of serenity

so we can face the world

with untroubled surface

all that’s vulnerable

seamlessly covered over.



Categories: postcard poems, scenery | Tags: , , , | 1 Comment

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One thought on “Poem #19

  1. Betty frezon

    Poem great. Photo. Wonderful.

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