'More than the usual chaos'

More than the usual chaos
the raisin box, the onions,
the potatoes, the small cup,
the brick, the drum

each one a solemn offering
searched out and handed over
with such ceremony
I can hardly bear to clear my desk

More than the usual chaos
may such
unlooked for riches
accompany me always

Comments

Mark Granier said…
Ah, as usual I'm slow on the uptake Peter. At first I wondered about a dirty great builder's brick, raisins, onions and a big, grown-up drum appearing on your desk. Then it clicked. Lovely poem; hope you resist the urge to delete the post and sit on it for another five years.

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