Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Car is in the Garage, Idling

It and I land on you
feed then lift off when
we're almost done
leaving you an empty sack
collapsing in on yourself

It and I chase your children
through all the rooms of the house
up and down the stairs
pretending we don't hear
their breathing through the closet door

It and I prop our feet
on the lawn sculptures
sipping your best cognac
marveling at how the crystal
reflects the flames

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