Wash
Wash
The glass sparkles, laying molecules
On a tight rope in a pebble garden
We seek knowledge in this den
Full of ficus trees and Persian carpets
Patterns hidden beneath the guests
At my October tea party.
The full moon fades into the sky
Midday its final challenge
The glass sparkles, laying molecules
In a circle over a cylinder
Where we keep our whole hearts.
October 4, 2012 at 1:19 am
B Elizabeth NS, I love the way you use words…a circle over a cylinder..beautiful 😀
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October 4, 2012 at 6:12 pm
Jane, thank you so much for stopping by to read. I appreciate your comment.
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