Pudding
cloths
how bright the green   this daylight
serves  it well     the sun unfiltered 
throws back beauty   out of    how-long
nights   the slim incisions   tubing 
pills
your painting   a teetering of
stacking bowls  the fruit of all this
wait      on Monday 
all together
or apart
we eat
 
looks like young Albert's off again
ReplyDeleteMarvelous. Scary. Dear Kerri, all together please.
ReplyDeleteapart the sixpences fall
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