Early Saturday.
Her gesture was small,
such as one might miss.
(But I didn't)
She slipped softly away
but not before returning
what she'd stolen.
(As I played opossum)
So much depends upon your
wife covering you back up
with the faded green flannel blanket.
(And I know she still cares)
You were playing possum? ;)
ReplyDeleteLove you. Miss you! And thanks to you I know that so much depends upon the red wheelbarrow, glazed with rainwater, beside the white chickens.
Oh how much better you are than William Carlos Williams, and I mean that from the pit of my heart.
ReplyDeleteI love it most when you write about the great significance in the little everyday moments that are so easy to miss if we aren't paying attention. Good stuff.
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