White Space

Time out
chairs in corners
of a widening room
beckon her to retrieve those lost
daydreams.

Blanks

The public safety
building skyway has nothing
in its display case. No hint
of what got abandoned, what could become
enclosed in glass. She could

start over. Wind her way
through 7+ miles
of second floor passageways.
Could comment on the return
of Minnesota winter. But

another tabula rasa
might serve best to shake

her free of this burden of shoulder
shrugging routine.

With this table flush
against the peach
wall. Words and precious
residue won’t spill. Salvage

everything save time. Nothing
but it will do. Wobbles is a copout
term. Tabula rasa even worse. Clutter
corrects itself

while she works. Evening retrieval
would secure her—sustain us best.