Green House

Robert CJ Graves is from Kansas. Can't you tell that by the way he insistently takes us to Oz and back in his poems (Queen Learjet, The God of Apathy, Look for Jack Buddha, No Swimming)? This poem does not disappoint. It skims us through the arc of a relationship, just sketching the story, allowing the telling details to speak for themselves. 

Green House
By Robert CJ Graves
We started from scratch:
a light on
in the kitchen,
a peeking crack
in the door,
phony flowers
in Xs on the floor,
the gas on.
We painted trees
all over the walls,
clouds on the ceilings.
And put our stories
in the oven.

Posted by Annmarie at 4/1/2010 10:06 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: house cracks oven Robert CJ Graves stories paint
 

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