Poem for Today
The grey heaving sea
squirms in it’s fishiness
creating fogs of dirty rags
and other foolishness
in my bathroom.
My washing machine
is broken.
- Nancy Carroll
Inspired by this paragraph at : Dale’s blog
“And then when the sun drops over the horizon you forget all this. You look at the gray heaving sea, and you say — oh yes, how foolish! the sea isn’t made of water; it’s made of fog. And the fog is made of dirty rags. Everyone knows that.”
