Mittens are drying on the radiator, <br />boots nearby, one on its side. <br />Like some monstrous segmented insect <br />the radiator elongates under the window. <br /> <br />Or it is a beast with many shoulders <br />domesticated in the Ice Age. <br />How many years it takes <br />to move from room to room! <br /> <br />Some cage their radiators <br />but this is unnecessary <br />as they have little desire to escape. <br /> <br />Like turtles they are quite self-contained. <br />If they seem sad, it is only the same sadness <br />we all feel, unlovely, growing slowly cold.<br /><br />Connie Wanek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/radiator/
