As/Is

6.21.2006

Home Economics

my gypsy mother, 
 clove scented 
 and stuffed with lemon

 she tied us with scarves 
to the calf when we moved 
  from gulf to gulf

the sound of rain hitting the leaves
 larva plinking from the sky

  the nebula, staring, disapproves
 a fairy in the name of a plant or animal

the easy find torches to make their fancy
  and thus our hoses were too short

  and the potatoes froze that summer
   our hands chapped with super glue

our minds pianos out of tune

in this procedure, the proper noun 
   for place is falling

posted by Christine E. Hamm, Poet Professor Painter on Wednesday, June 21, 2006

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the last word of each line:

mother
scented
lemon
scarves
moved
gulf
leaves
sky
disapproves
animal
fancy
short
summer
glue
tune
noun
falling

love it, harry

# posted by  harry k stammer on 8:24 AM

 

Thanks, Harry. That's really interesting what you did.

# posted by  Christine E. Hamm, Poet Professor Painter on 9:41 AM

 

hm...super!...

# posted by  Anonymous on 7:13 AM

 

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