not chosen towards me
Little flakes colored white
as dry
churning their best
to say what they
would like to say
I did not mention
I did not make mention of the coffee in front
The cup colored
aluminum mauve--still cosmic
and ceramic and white.
It does the same job of feeding me
named Edward on the right. They wear purple as "purple girls" today (so Edward must have been a mistake on someone's ear). Two men to watch two purples.
Wiggle and snuggle and hugging all sounds of a promise
The promise of a keeper
A Bauhaus shirt darkened in thread
Talk of moms and hello's to strangers
More talk of other daughters and moms
all with child
feather to the lift
soft in approach
calm in exit
tempting in return
Zippers and clips and baby
gadgets galore.
Sanitation is paramount.
Golden eyes glazed over blue.
and ga-ga
mesmerized cuckoo.
That step eighteen on down the line
is a must
Catch my attention
Throw it back to you
'til these hands butter
away
the dryness.
I was literally here--separate from the page--
on a third first
with my goodness and my lovely (and my less dramatic better half in the most loving way)
staring at the same colors
-tangerine child chair
-dark denim blue wall
-tweedy yellow chair, too
That picture never changing that
had praises spat upon
All this--in hands and eyes--the same, never changing
But there now barks and begs a dog
playing in opposition to what had lasted
from before
He or she--dare Not go near--
delays outside
visible from glass
delays car chase
episodes
and bark/bite combos
That changes that
photograph,
the chairs,
the hues of recognition,
the hands,
the mug,
the purple twos,
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