Minor Disturbance in Utopia

a crumpled piece of paper
sits in a garbage tin
by your dresser,

its contents lie secret
in crushed white folds

I watch you off-stage,
digging through your
underwear drawer
and wonder about
all the secrets you have
buried in your yard
like bones:

by the lilac,

next to the stack
of bricks that have
never been used,

between dried up
sunflowers,

near the faucet,

and under the garden
growing into corn

copyright 2006 August Hess
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