Simple as It Is

The heart is lopsided as a grin

first thing Monday morning

at a patch of sun on the floor

simple as it is

barefoot being stepped in

and at the sink the hands make

a leaky old cup drinking from

that wets your chin

dribbling down your shirt front

that only acts like it’s broken

holding every drop you need

and then some

Paul Hunter

Paul Hunter is a Seattle poet whose most recent farming book is “Stubble Field,” (2012, Silverfish Review Press).  These pieces hint at another farming collection—“One More Spring.” He has an autobiography in prose poems—“Clownery”—due in January, and is still a fair shade tree mechanic, if he works on a car with no brains.