A sharp roof line
wind-blown rain
the doghouse
for an imaginary dog
perfectly fried chicken.
Tiny soap bubble
drifting around the kitchen
long after the dishes are done
a ten year memory.
Wind chime song, always the same, never the same.
Heat, just enough to make you sweat.
3 comments:
I like the razor-sharp images here, the lingering soap bubble, and the superimposed memories, the music.
Thanks, Deborah. This is really just a bunch of phrases from my notes yesterday hat seemed to belong together. I'm glad you like it!
Ooo...this feels so floaty...so ephemeral...I like it!
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