You Say My Poems Have Too Many Adjectives
As if a lamp
could be just a lamp
a shoe just a way
to get around
as if our lives
didn’t need
a bit
of embellishment
could stand
on their own
and be still
worthy of regard.
And you’re not
here to see
those mornings
when the traffic lights
the trees
the darkness itself
all wait outside my window
for some small praise.