Poem by Cheryl Snell, Drawing by Janet Snell

 

SQUARES

The woman had too many—
shoe boxes, chocolates, pairs of dice

The thing she didn’t have was a place to put them.

Was the oblong in the rectangle the best place
to house the squares? Or was it better to balance
an oblong on a square for revelation and for solace?

The woman tore the door off the bedroom closet
and arrayed the squares around her own outline.

Much better, she said, in her melancholy way.