Be Back Come Morning
I don't know quite how it is
but there are times in my life
that are in absolute disobedience
to my being there
though not in denial
this carries its own unique aura
kind of smells like honey
with the tantalizing taste
of a young girls mouth
I curiously hover from a place
above it
to watch it move
gracious as a ballerina
yet so private in its nature
I have learned
that if I enfold unto it
it will embrace me
holding me
inside its rainbow
of butterscotch afternoons
and
liquid caramel evenings
How conspicuous I must appear
come morning
putting the trash to the curb
as someone else
A small note
tacked to my front door
Gone Fishing"
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