poetry uses the things around you.

the lemony soup smell drifting

from the kitchen

the curled cats
outside the window, certainly

and even those battered lilies on

the top of the piano

the muddle of blankets on the

floor by the sofa and the

shower water trickling

down the drain.

the dream of new running shoes

and the spring wet boots drying on

the furnace vent.

the dazed and sleepy child

stumbling down the hall

and the last piece of cake

shrinking on the platter.

add it all up together in a tumble 

and stir
make use of everything