Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Kid again

I sit on the floor
with a cardboard box of toys
bought at the 5 & 10 cents store
for a nickel and a dime
we listen to the morning soaps
from Ma's new radio held in mahogany
while Ma irons other people's clothes
yearns for a new washer that needs no wringer
dreams of a stove that needs no coal
the sun streams through the kitchen window
catches the red glow-wood shine
time, she says
yesterday we didn’t have a radio

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