Day Forty Seven

Dang it, I forgot to post yesterday! But I promise I read a new poem, and I even did a super awesome job of writing poetry on the concrete in front of the JFSB with Charlie (shout-out!). It was an excellent way to de-stress during finals week and to spread the word about National Poetry Month.

Jar of Buttons

by Ted Kooser

This is a core sample
from the floor of the Sea of Mending,

a cylinder packed with shells
that over many years

sank through fathoms of shirts -
pearl buttons, blue buttons -

and settled together
beneath waves of perseverance,

an ocean upon which
generations of women set forth,

under the sails of gingham curtains,
and, seated side by side

on decks sometimes salted by tears,

made small but important repairs.