Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Thursday table cost

His business suit,
A little crumpled.
What with day's deadlines?
Still on time.
For an early dinner
And
The ring.
All nerves.
And all butterflies.
But she walked in,
Hand-in-hand,
With black coat and black tie.
Thursday table cost?
A broken heart.

7 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.