Friday night laundry
Is tinted with the scent of
Aches and pains chamomile salt
And post-ninjitsu tiger balm.
Friday night supper is
Handfuls of cheerios
Between staccato bursts of typing,
Fingertips on flat silver keys.
Friday night romance is
Harvesting memories from YouTube,
Liquid crystal music and lyrics and
Two boys with guitars.
(54 words)
1 comment:
I have really liked your poetry this week. I get a real sense of where you are and what you are doing, and the emotion behind it. I admit I have been slackerish this week. But bravo to you Master
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