“Tuesday” by Jim Moore:
Some days, I am capable
only of caring about my new chestnut-colored shoes
with the red laces, which in Italy
seem demure, but in Minnesota
will give off the faint whiff
of a clown gone overboard, drowning
in his own ridiculous sea.
Previous poems from Moore here and here.
(From Invisible Strings © 2011 by Jim Moore. Used by kind permission of Graywolf Press. Photo by Tim Samoff)
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