“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, May 6, 2016
Ruminating in repast
The family dines
on a round brown oak
slab
together
each night they live
together
a universe
is spread across
the Milky way
Facing each other
they nourish
each other
beneath the chandelier sun
aglow over the bounty
they need not kill to survive
anymore
they talk-the teens
they say
around the round brown oak slab
Thank you
for all
you do
dessert is served
The family got full
together
knowing home
intimately
the round world
fit into their dining room.
Image By Morgan Woodwork Organization, 1921 [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
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