Sunday morning cloud song bitter
wake up in my cup solitary radio
knitting stories in would be sun
if I were home sometimes
blending dinner with alone is
a choice one must make voice
opinions so outside knows
heart's desire is
not fireplace crystal goblet clear
nor Sinatra smooth who want
need only woolly words and long
true afternoons painted blue
and green and gold on
paper smooth as waterlilies
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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