Saturday, February 14, 2009

Poem by TA Delmore Quote by Sophie Kerr

The Desoto rolled off the line
In fifty-five.
I was pulled out of mom
The same year.
Desoto’s longevity was waning.
I would grow, wailing
Till I learned to be vocal inside
And shut my voice on the outside.
.

Into this new century
I saw a classic Desoto.
Four people sat inside laughing.
In me there are people, peering
Not laughing. I’m
Still on the assembly line
Of imperfection.



Sophie Kerr, who said, "An industrious sinner I much prefer to a lazy saint."