The following poem was inspired by a writing prompt to"write about objects you love"
by Robin M Glassman
The streets are paved with silver washers and rusted screws From construction sites long gone.
The body trembles gleefully as I Rescue these jewels from city sewers, Discarded plastic lids and bottle caps, Brightly color coded Blues, yellows, and reds. Reside in my new favorite Cylindrical clear plastic Talenti gelato containers.
Even hula hoops, drum skins, record albums and CDs, Live in my studio cosmos.
An oasis of objects slugging about amidst drawing scraps and wires and whatnots. Wondering and wandering within arms reach. Flowing, failing, flailing and yes, free falling.