[Critique Group 2] Joan's poem for January

[Joan Myles]

The Morning I Choose to Dust the Bookshelf

by Joan Myles


the morning I choose to dust the bookshelf

after too much rain and so little caring

the garden gropes its way through fog

and winter’s hush  crowds the windows

ceramic birds merely imitate flight

where have all the flowers gone

his grandmother’s mirth

my mother’s fears

the silence conspires even as it consoles me

each small task becoming all the more significant

each object suspended in timelessness

And one beam of light upon my hand
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