Saturday, October 23, 2004

my house has a new set of lungs
breathing in cold air, breathing out warm

the furnace, in the dark corner of my garage
sits with a belly full of fire like a young dragon
the garden hose its coiled tail
the rake its claw

I know from the sound of its breathing
whether it is day
or night


Peter said...

Hey, you know this is very good. Have I been missing poetry on your site, or is this the first?

Tom said...


Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. I have written a few poems on the site before, but I don't write them very often.