Thrift Shop

For the NaPoWriMo Challenge, Thrift Shop, for national poetry month at ReadWritePoem:

Thrift Shop

We cruise the neighborhood on trash day, hoping
to furnish the house with tables, bookcases,
desks and dressers. In Idaho’s desert mountains,
we find an illegal dump with couches, chairs,
everything we need for the still empty living room.
When we haul them back in my little truck,
the room looks almost real, like a student version
of Better Homes and Gardens. But we never
use the room. We spend our days and nights at desks,
wearing out pencils, grinding erasers to stubs,
burning the carbon from our eyes in the college library.
When the professor visits with his wife,
we haven’t yet located a trash-day or rubble-heap table,
so they carry their dinners to the rescued couch,
the first to ever sit there. Plumes of desert dust
rise in billows around them. Almost discreetly,
they swish the floating cloud from the roadkill rabbit
we’d proudly served for dinner.

Mary Stebbins Taitt
090411-1318-2d, 090410-2349-1st

^newer above v older below

Thrift Shop

We cruise the neighborhood on trash day, hoping
to furnish the house; we look for tables, bookcases,
desks, dressers. One day, in the desert mountains
of Idaho, we found an illegal dump with couches, chairs,
everything we needed for our empty living room
where as students, we never sat. We spent
our time at desks, wearing out pencils, grinding
our erasers to stubs. When the professor and his wife
visited, plumes of mountain dust rose around them
from the rescued couch. We hadn't found a table yet.
They swished the floating cloud almost discreetly
from the roadkill rabbit we'd proudly served for dinner.

Mary Stebbins Taitt
090411-0005-2b, 090410-2349-1st

Another brand new poem, prolly not done. If I create more drafts, I will paste them in the same post ABOVE these so the newest is always on TOP.