Sunday, September 25, 2011


“Dorothea's entrance was the freshness of morning.”
-- George Eliot, Middlemarch

And so is his new friend.
She sows the seeds of newness
when she enters a room,
when windows suddenly
seem spanking clean
and all the walls
look lighthearted and spotless.  
He’s always surprised
when she comes to visit,
the way the shingles shine
as she walks to the door,
the way the rooms
seem to refurbish themselves
for her presence.

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