Reading The End
Read to me
I crave the color of French
today, your tongue on méringue
makes me smile.
I loved you
the day we wore lime green stockings
to the theatre and talked and talked
in a hush until we couldn’t.
We blew our noses in the new aloe
tissues and walked home without knowing
Write to me
about the chickens in the yard
and how they strut to the beat of indie
renaissance, I can feel my wings
growing when home is stitched
in your handwriting.
in the morning
I’ll wait for you
Today over at dVerse, we were treated to the inspiring art of Judith Clay.
“Judith Clay is a traditional artist born in Germany who works primarily in ink, pastel, colored pencil, and collage on drawing or watercolor paper.”