Where do I keep that memory
of my arms, yellow butterfly wings
flapping gently (riding the bike)
in the last throes of summer,
(sleeveless blouse now covered
in bright yellow jacket); the funny
thing you said this morning or the
fact I ate his piece of pie again
(without telling him we got some,
even, is it better to know or not).
it was so good I'll have to tell him.
Here’s what happened on Wednesday.
1 hour ago
2 comments:
Yipeee
Ha! Knew it! Grins.
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