I Know
about utility and aesthetics
from being useless and ugly
hoping use will wear corners
turn cornersmust be the moon or the coffee
old words haunt me
old worlds hang on
the lines i feel a travel coming onhurricane in the peacable kingdom
when the words are the museum of our lives
and our lives are the museum of God's love
the wind blowing up
our skirts and our minds
powered by the dream
the sunlight
crashing on the shore
- Ken Peters