Dainty Dirty Secret

A crocheted doily
Dainty as a snowflake
Fluttered out onto the table
With one red stain

One red stain
Harsh as winter wind
Sprawled onto the doily
With harsh edges
An incongruent feat

A crocheted doily
Withers slowly
Until it’s softened to yellow


One red stain
Draws ones eye
Gets brighter every second
Stealing our attention


Time and rhythm
Event and adventure
Life’s hour glass is filling so fast
It’s staying half full


The past gets longer
Yesterday is farther
And farther away


Farther and farther away
From the story
Of that red stain


The brown wooden table
Under the doily
Is bruised
A dried up pond of red
And purple
Once swam here


A blotch
On white
A blotch
On brown


A blotch
On red
A blotch
On red



A crocheted doily
Fluttered out onto the table
Bleached except
For one red corner
A large white stain
Sprawled onto the doily
With harsh edges
Invading the red
An incongruent feat