What Remains

by Stuart Greenhouse

selected by Brenda Hillman

Means of Production,
And Behind The Stove Is My Heart

 

and why not as easy as if these words
were tea leaves curled in a tea box, and time
were all it took, and some fire, and a kettle
for form, to give the water heat
but not the heat water, just a little
form, an old Pyrex one, say, the one
your grandfather threw out
his bubbe's copper samovar for, and then
a porcelain knockoff beauty, round and high, a little
more form, just enough
to hold a scalding and then
the dry leaves as your readied sea of boil
drowns them young again, floating open, easy
as you once were, thinking words were

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