Linens Poem by Kay Ryan

Linens



There are charms
that forestall harm.
The house bristles
with opportunities
for stasis: refolding
the linens along
their creases, keeping
the spoons and chairs
in their right places.
Nobody needs to
witness one's exquisite
care with the napkins
for the napkins
to have been the act
that made the fact
unhappen.

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Kay Ryan

Kay Ryan

San Jose, California
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