Detritus

Remnants of Man

Becky Smith

Bits lie scattered about the room.
A wristwatch on the dresser,
a cell phone on the windowsill.
Denim slung over the back of a chair.
A nightstand cluttered with books
and an empty soda can.
Laptop sitting open on the bed.
There is calm and comfort in this chaos.
These are the remnants of man,
the one that I wish was my own.
If his body is not always with me,
the detritus he leaves reminds me that his mind and spirit might be.

Published by Becky Smith

I served as the Senior Editor of a local parenting publication for 2 years and am now the Layout Editor for OKIE magazine, a local arts, news and entertainment publication.Writing was always my dream job. I...  View profile

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  • Summer Banks6/14/2007

    Fantastic!

  • Melissa Bushman5/20/2007

    This is excellent. Very nice job.

  • Scott Kessman5/20/2007

    Very good, your poetry is often exceptional

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