A MIRACLE OF SHIFT
A work of art is always more
Than what it seems to be,
Just like the flotsam on the shore
Come in from off the sea.
It's never nice collectively,
But sparingly arranged,
To view each piece respectively,
Is suddenly exchanged
For something better far than waste,
A miracle of shift,
From raucousness to chaste,
From garbage can to gift.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #4
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
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