Monday, August 27, 2018


Would you be embarrassed
of the station wagon
and the pitched roof house
So far from
The building of glass
that would glow
like a jewel box at night

Would you cringe
at the flowered curtains
and the plastic toys, mislaid shoes, marker drawings
strewn like fallen leaves
So far from
Lines of clean marble
and white Saarinen chairs
creating Matisse masterpiece shadows

Would you scoff at
dreams of
chickens and sunflowers
fuzzy pajamas and solitary walks in snow
So far from
Ambitions of
accolades and magnum opi monographs
black dresses and safe deposit boxed jewels

Would you be ashamed
Would you have changed
Like I did?