Oh Domesticity
The snow paces itself
cold winds bear no flesh
you leave me wanting more
beyond the unkempt bed linen
Yet there is no avail
You amber along dewey paths
The air is thin
oh domesticity happy as the laundry
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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