The Rogue Nun
Personal Place Setting
I took so many forks
wielding knives
in search of simple spoons
that I see myself
as a set of old china--
mismatched
and chipped
but loved.
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
National Poetry Month - April 25, 2020
Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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