She stands outside her house this morning and waits for nothing waits for the dew on her car to dry the sidewalk to warm the first hint of danger to appear but it can not be danger that she feels
She stands outside her house to look back inside the path is full of empty tulips and the footsteps of her lover only visible to her
Love the purity, simplicity and intention of this blog. How many poets find the kitchen a source of creativity and inspiration? Better question: how could a poet not, assuming the writing requires a sensual, sensitive being, sensitive to taste, texture, and sound of food. Thanks for doing this - a welcome entry to the blogosphere, Kit
She stands outside her house this morning
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waits for the dew on her car to dry
the sidewalk to warm
the first hint of danger to appear
but it can not be danger that she feels
She stands outside her house to look back inside
the path is full of empty tulips
and the footsteps of her lover
only visible to her
Love the purity, simplicity and intention of this blog. How many poets find the kitchen a source of creativity and inspiration? Better question: how could a poet not, assuming the writing requires a sensual, sensitive being, sensitive to taste, texture, and sound of food. Thanks for doing this - a welcome entry to the blogosphere, Kit
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