Noticing Things
I read somewhere that poetry is the art of noticing things
like the nail on my back porch that rain and heat
followed by bitter cold and more rain after that
with some more heat thrown in for good measure
has slowly but surely drawn upward
I for one am glad the bottom of
either of my big toes has not
as of yet
had the misfortune
of noticing this rouge nail
but I am sure that day will come
and when it does
maybe I will notice
the little hammer that is
waiting to be used in my junk drawer
Copyright © Brady Perkins | Year Posted 2013
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