Stirring : A Literary Collection

H L Johanson


I put this here
I donít know why

This broken thing
Object undesired

Gone madly whirling
Cracked plastic and one small spring

Found in a dusty corner
Behind the open door

I lay this on the table
This thing I cannot name

But cannot throw aside

The handle of a vessel
Pedal of a vehicle

I will hold you
if you will carry me

And tell me what burden finally broke you

Small inverted shiny fisheye
Stares at my peeling kitchen ceiling

Reflects a woman with a parasol
The frill of a skirt, waving tassel

A scar upon a reddened cheek

She does not turn away
She does not speak


Stirring : A Literary Collection

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