A Poem For Tuesday


“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)