27 October 2011

Grace #11: Filling Us Up

Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,
or oils it, maybe. Somebody
arranges the rows of cans
so that they softly say:
to high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.

Perfect grace. Perfect last stanza.
FILLING STATION by Elizabeth Bishop


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