Slow Waltz Where Your New Life Meets Your Old Habits (poem)

Because of a busy (but fun) summer, I forgot to share this from VerseWrights (thank you, Carl!)



Slow Waltz Where Your New Life Meets Your Old Habits


We lived or loved, or didn’t
mow the lawn. We waited
for dusk, for satellites, for the opening

of a book or a door. We felt the only
words were escape or escapade,
yet we couldn't decide which

to choose. We drank hot brandy
on cold ridiculous nights
and said how when pleasure...


Read the full poem here:http://www.versewrights.com/kelli-russell-agodon-2.html




~ Kells
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