Saturday, August 26, 2017

Night is a castle for the indirect



Memory & moon.  Spoon & soup.  The simply rhyme -- not too hard, not too heavy handed with pepper; on the slant like the moon's tryst with water.  
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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 7, 2017 at 12:09 PM

    A pea soup, fresh salad, bottle of white wine
    Then she's of on the journey to newly waxed floors
    Bookshelves never dusted
    Domesticity in question as the cats sleep
    And the reticent moon grows full and defiant

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