June 13th, 2008

ozarque figure

Poem...

Weather Bulletin

Even the most tender mother
can reach the end of her patience
with greedy rowdy children who
steal and cheat and lie, and never learn,
with greedy rowdy children who
never have enough; and she can turn
to a different practice. She can decide
to Clean House
with her scissors of bright lightning
with her brooms of fierce wind
with her buckets of deep water
with her mops of fire
with her brisk shaking and sorting.
Starting at one end of the round world,
working her way through its every last corner,
leaving nowhere at all to hide,
her ears shut tight to all objections,
saying, now and then,
"I warned you. I warned you again,
and yet again."