All morning
dust danced in light &
settled in sun motes
near the glass bowl &
puckered oranges.
I scratched these words
meaning to stick them
to the fridge, but
folded them in my blue
jeans.
I’ve left
the oranges.
I don’t know
if they’ll taste
sweet—
I'm finished waiting for you | |
by dearchicagoOn January 10, 2008© Kevin, All rights reserved Categories: Contemporary
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