Evening Gown by Magritte

[Evening Gown by Magritte]


Thank you for a clean kitchen floor

For Baron’s clean bowl

For roses

That die beautifully, today

and tomorrow

And when things go a certain way

            for a woman

She has to go on

Over the rocks

And she can’t go back

And she must make a life for herself

And she has made a life for herself

On the rocks, old stones,

That shamelessly speak a truth

My voice is deep.

Like a hurt woman.

I like it. I speak with it.

It sounds of wisdom.

It enfolds the past

In understanding

That lays to rest all that was

                  in all its clangor

                                and rankle

And kisses it like only

                  a mother can.


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