jan 6
there is no air
on an air plane.
only a thimble
full of pop,
popped ears
and the slow
suffocation
of time.
…
jan 7
furry girl wags
her whole self,
and welcomes me
home with
ridiculous kisses.
….
jan 8
the neighbor has built a fire
and I share its crackle,
umber scent and memories
of starspilled skies and cheeks
stuffed with melted marshmallows.
…
I love them.
A thimble full of pop indeed. That is so true. And I love that you wrote the second one about me. Although, I never would have called myself furry. The third is heartwarming and inviting. Glad you have you back.
Lovely welcome home trilogy!
Mmmmm love them all, but that third one had me reaching for a mug of cocoa