Thursday, April 07, 2005

nap

I loll in shadows of ivy
that stretch and waver
over cool plaster walls.

The huge, heavily-gilt
oil of Lake Tahoe,
a wedding gift to Granny
late in the last century

must weigh
a hundred pounds.

It hangs just over me,
suspended from the picture-rail.

I push my face into
the dust of her old
bolsters, slipcovered
in canvas roses.