Friday, July 2, 2010

One too Many

The walls have cracks
and dustballs drift across the floor like sailboats
on a glassy lake
But there is life here
In a pot full of simmering promise
Boiling over on the stove
Slippers left peering out from under a sloppy bed skirt
Still warm
Some quiet groans and a whimper
And I feel most unwelcome

1 comment:

  1. Hi Amalia. Glad your goodies arrived safe. Thanks for these words today. They have made me stop and think. Decipher my own meanings in your words. Thank-you!