Issue 13

Autumn 2014



Movers carry boxes in the rain
Between the old headquarters and the new one.
Kept at home all week, I can’t complain;
No one’s waiting for my work, and no one
Cares, and nothing comes, and it’s time to settle
For yet another day of aimless ruin.
Maybe I can still do something useful
Even if no one wants me to: replace
The doorknobs here and there that stick a little;
In fact, let’s do them all. And in the face
Of yet another day I haven’t earned,
Shiny brass is prettying up the place;
Everywhere the shadows have returned
Handles wait to be turned.


David Danoff