The Changing of the Vowels

When the devil nicked your name
And called you “Trash,” you set yourself
Out by the street for pickup, dame
Of the void eggshells and the broken delf.
You never should have been thrown out,
But on the long way home that heart
Takes always, being roundabout,
I found you there, my counterpart.
I took you to my high address
And gave you back your good report.
You were the name of loveliness,
And so I called you “Love” for short.
The great attraction of my house,
I placed you first-, not second-hand,
While in that other human house–
Of representatives–you stand
For all of us in our self-measure:
Trish or Tricia, Trash or Treasure.

–May 30, 1994

(“The Changing of the Vowels” was published in the Spring 2001 Issue of The Dry Creek Review, Greeley CO.)

Published on October 17, 2006 at 1:50 pm  Leave a Comment  

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