I open paper towels and find Goethe
his words printed on them in green,
along with stars, suns, hearts,
and sweeping birds.
amazing what I will find and where I will find it
Goethe on paper towels from the Publix market
the sublime within the ridiculous
a ruby dropped in milk.
I cannot see what might be coming
cannot tell inspiration where to strike
how to sound, or who to speak through-
the world shifts through curious curves:
cheap cleaning aids speak as dead poets and
transformation
is on sale.
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