Not even Thursday!

The Museum of False Starts

It is incredibly
beautiful but
unfinished -
actually hardly
more than imagined.
There are the beginnings
of a gallery of
ribbon-lovely thoughts
that vanish,
shadowy gardens
briefly visible
at shifting angles,
and, caught
in an ancient ash,
the single spiraling
horn of an otherwise
unfashioned animal.

-Kay Ryan

(extra poems thanks to Felix and his talent for picking out cool presents, like poetry calendars)