Wednesday, December 11, 2024

what's mine is not yours

to cover
the round black dining
room
table,
modern
against the white
chairs,
she placed a pink frilly
cloth,
something from
the age
of Woodstock.
nearly a quilt 
for a love child
still
wandering in the rain,
lost.
it went against
everything
i believed in.
she knew that,
but did it anyway.
it took time,
before i took it off.
it burned beautifully 
in the bonfire
out back.

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