Enga mellom fjella

One man's trash

One man's trash

Bottles glistened among wet clothes
abandoned by the Army's dumpster;
no salvation for rain-soaked cotton
or cold polyester, but the glass ...

They wet his hands as he shook them,
placed them, damp, in nylon pockets.

Cleaned and filled with colored water,
they'd catch grey rays of impending winter,
paint a rainbow on falling plaster,
on dull nails and cold pale walls. In the fall

when summer's leavings lay abandoned
when bare trees glistened necklaces
of mist, then ice. Even this: a row of treasure
perched high in a window, scattering light

would surely suffice.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.333] 2008-11-09

I was sitting at the Palace half-listening to folks reading fiction I could barely hear (teach them to enunciate, I told John). I had two small bottles in my pockets. I'd found them next to the Salvation Army dumpster on my way to the reading. I knew they would join my row of colored glass and glasses filled with colored water. I have two windows facing south in a hundred year old hotel room that is 11 by 12. So many of my poems are pure fiction woven from one or two strands of truth-as-I-perceive-it. But this particular sketch approaches my reality.

ME:

I got up! I got out! I ate out! What more d'ya want?

Time to go walk off the meatloaf.

I did buy three long sleeve shirts (used); two are maroon ... to join four others; I have an expanding maroon wardrobe.

BLOGVILLE

Just Jamie had a note from Ryan's school reporting an incident where a little girl had kissed him. Ryan is 5. I think it is over-reacting to send a little girl to the office for an incident-that-wasn't (Jamie agrees). The entry: "Invalid Entry" . I'm sure Jamie would welcome your input.

How do we support each other as family and friends? Mel had to break the news to David David McClain that his niece's husband, Frank Tomlinson who was only 49 had died. Reading between the lines of this wonderful tribute, he could use a hug: "Invalid Entry" 

PHOTO:

A full rainbow graced the sky yesterday. Even part of a double rainbow. I stuck my head out the window and tried to catch it with my cell-phone. It was very bright and looked like it disappeared in the courthouse parking lot. Alas, no golden coins were found.



Not much color left so every little bit helps.

Montana: 46º at 16:00. Snow-in-the-mist to the north.

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