Fish and Chickens
I like the folderol of blue embroidery
On the white tablecloth’s cool brilliance
Today’s breakfast coffee spills join
Yesterday’s
Drips and crumbs of our meals together
Are lifted and shook out
Before the cloth is put away on its shelf
Ready to be smoothed out table set
For our next meal together
Or we’ll maybe wash it
And use the one with the fish and the chickens
They instead marking out
The songs of our days.
