everyone understands a desk
flat perhaps square wood
on which to write you could
or make words to fit thoughts
i wish to be it
i want to be a desk
fashion now is a hat
beret or pillbox veil and bloom
to cool one's head at noon
or frame a face finished look
i wish to be it
i want to be a hat
who does not prize a painting
oil on canvas wet palette
to pretty a wall in here
or tenderly ease my eyes
i wish to be it
i want to be a painting
they say there's something that's called loved
bright white warm-shaped shift
it feathers into bliss for hearts to lift
or flips one into joy that flies
i wish to be it
i want to be loved
