When I painted, everybody saw.
When I played piano, everybody heard.
I ate your raspberries.
The sign no trespassing applied to me.
Now, the hemlocks have grown higher than the house.
There's moss on my stoop, a little mildew
In the shower but you've never seen my shower.
I can undress by the window,
I can sleep in the barn.
The sky, which is cloudy,
Suits the earth to which it belongs.
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from Poetry magazine, Sept 2012
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