Her Room Poem by Elizabeth Liechti

The ceiling leaks
The rug was nineteen seventies hideous
Until the gift:
A Turkish carpet lovingly beautiful
In desert creams and crimson, oasis turquoise.
Rolled towles tucked around window frames;
Found twin lace curtains in the basement:
Dawnlight through them writes calligraphy on the tabletop
Streetlight through them makes a film noir
Out of a parking lot.
Books tucked in a fake veneer cupboard
Little world-seeds in bright packets
A little thought, a little attention
And see them bloom in a magician's trick of paper roses.