Monday, March 5, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 422 Under the eaves


Under the eaves

this house   has good bones
  this moment scented with the roast
I am fighting sleep   synching
 with that meat   the vegetables
are not to far from going on
 no one to admire  my high brown
crackling    the silk  sweetness
 of the gravy  from the pan
I’m quite enough  
 on the horizon    bathtime
one more    book to read

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