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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