1/26/2006

The Adhesive is Failing

Cubes of cold marimba
Clatter against the shallow sides
Of a thick-bottomed glass

My grandfather grips the Manhattan
Like a handrail
Beads of condensation
Blink between his tanned fingers

His black Oxfords tread
Worn-out linoleum
Stuck to farmhouse floorboards

The adhesive is failing
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Scott said...

Thanks for reading and affirming, Dan -- it's important for writers to know they aren't blogging in a vacuum!

1/28/2006 2:37 PM

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