Loneliness

img_0834One clove of garlic, chopped,

sautéed in olive oil,

a handful of spinach leaves

steamed, rice noodles boiled.

 

An Arctic freeze

settles on the city

too dry for snow,

the ground frozen and stiff.

 

A squirrel walks the top

of the fence toward the firs

looking for something tasty,

finding little.

 

Place setting for one

at the table, a vase of roses

flown in from Chile,

dark now at every window.

 

FEWalls

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About trillium24

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand ... " Pablo Picasso
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