Poetry Valley
Poetry Valley
A fresh glass of orange juice,squeezed.
My partner, the chef with an apron of red.
This day, a tablecloth, dark blue.
Shiny, lovely, cobalt blue plates, too
with homeade burritos for two.
The scent, divinely, Mexicali.
Oh, that chef, knows what's down my alley.
After breakfast, fresh French coffee!
Now sitting and writing in Poetry Valley.
November 10, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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