Rita Dove, “Geometry” …

 
 
 
Rita Dove
 
 
 
“Geometry”
 
 

I prove a theorem and the house expands:
the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling,
the ceiling floats away with a sigh.

As the walls clear themselves of everything
but transparency, the scent of carnations
leaves with them. I am out in the open

And above the windows have hinged into butterflies,
sunlight glinting where they’ve intersected.
They are going to some point true and unproven.
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on July 13, 2015.