Ode to a Box of Kleenex(R)
Oh perfect teal celestial cube
From whose top leaps
A tissue of frozen white flame
Reflecting your white lilies,
Constant lilies which shall never
Wilt but last for days and days
Whose model provided the nectar
Which enthralled the artist
Who spared time from the mundane
(Retouching the breasts of nubile maidens
to make the nipples glow)
To fix such beauty on this box.
Why have you no pedestal
But only sit atilt among the olio
On a glass-topped coffee table?
Thou were designed for loftier use
To match the decor of a ladies boudoir
Or perch upon a white porcelain shelf
Above and behind a throne.
6-20-98 --Harlow B. Staley
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