red invitation
"Red Invitation"
Crocheted a whole story
in golden twine of soft angora
She said no purple
I don’t want purple Agapanthas
the whole barbecue thing
is a party thing
unattended.
This was the most recent
conversation.
Lavender Street, She said,
the Church sits in, how apt.
Lavender.
Well oiled. Calmly receptive.
Ashes to ashes.
Crocheted a whole story
in golden twine of soft angora.
Cocooned
safely tied, catscradled in lace.
The invitation red -
So not vanilla.
Lavender Street
the Church sits in, how apt.
The invitation red.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“You know what they always say:
you can’t spell ‘funeral’ without ‘fun’ ..."
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2024
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