holiday week

hooray.

soft

their square-riggers used to whiten
the four corners of the globe
but it's no consolation to know
the possessors seldom outlast the possessions
once warped and mothered by their touch
shed skin will never fit another wearer.

from soft wood
(for harriet winslow)
by robert lowell

every night

we take a little walk to our grocery store. we pick up a few things. i have wanted to buy the hominy and the boullion many times just because i like the labels. so far i have managed to stop myself....