No. 278

Then the shame resolved and faded to sunset
The song ended a capri and no sense was met
The players left the stage to cuddle their hot wash cloths
The lighting table closed and beams called again to the moths
Magic has fled and all stay & pray tied fast to ethereal nets
Stringless lutes piled higher, no more slur notes across hot frets
Always something lost but are there really any gains
Beware deadly gluten but be sure to get your whole grains
Peas and carrots awash in peppered waves of ranch
Send all ragged books on hold to Windsor Park Branch
Newer pretty faces make false promises all in a row
Only seven patients to see and nowhere now to go


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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