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