lift a lime, a loaf of bread
steal a scarf, a spool of thread
nick a nail, a bolt, a screw
all these things belong to you--
because you saw them, touched them, smelled them
then you listened as you held them,
now they live inside your head,
sneak into stories you can spread
©Heidi Mordhorst
Heidi, I love the playfulness of this poem!
ReplyDeleteI love this. Thanks!
ReplyDeletePoaching the world for poetry! I love it! What a writerly life kind of poem--It would be a great one to share with students!
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