Wednesday, June 10, 2015

A sevenling for a winter night

Old Crow Medicine Show is singing about a girl called Caroline,
A small child dances in pyjamas, arms swaying;
Spice tea steams, warm and damp, on desktops.

The dark snarls and prowls at the margins,
A small puddle of lights sits like warm honey at our feet;
Outside, the dog gathers voice to protest the trespass of cats.

Floating in warm detachment, we pretend there is not winter.

- Kathy, 10/6/15

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