Silver
(old and used)
(Excerpt from Silver: 4 Connotations)
Poem by Jena Ardell
Wooden coffee table
slick with dew
A rare roadside treasure
free to those who can haul it away
Two giant
wet glasses stains
in the center
accented by
silver spills
of God-knows-what
The voice inside my head
says,
“Take me,
make me new.”
Originally published in L.A. Weekly, 2/10/12, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Silver Birch Press 