commentary | poetry | fiction | chicago | spring 2008  
Things We Find | Virginia Bell

The frontispiece of an old radiator
wedged between bricks and globs of mortar,
all this only a piece of an old low wall
patched with wooden legs torn
from chairs, cracked trivet tiles,
the round bottoms of bottle glass,
and all of this ending abruptly
at the edge of a fairy tale door
that must lead to the sweet soft green
of an artichoke’s heart, all of this
on the hard block between factory
and water, one line on an east/west,
north/south grid, a waffle iron
of a city, my feet sticky, 
your hand warm, sound traveling 
between us like filament, 
all of this—
a past, a present
—all of this 

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