New Rooms Poem by Kay Ryan

New Rooms



The mind must
set itself up
wherever it goes
and it would be
most convenient
to impose its
old rooms—just
tack them up
like an interior
tent. Oh but
the new holes
aren't where
the windows
went.

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Kay Ryan

Kay Ryan

San Jose, California
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