Domestic Greenleaf

Something by the river spooked me and
I thought about my finances.

Everyday
we’ve eaten in the kitchens of Rome
since then,
you know, Summer Funtastico over and over.

You went shopping in a furniture store.

We have those bottles of olive oil and herbs
in our home of domesticity.

The visitors come, their hearts are warmed,
the scented candles burn.

An achy knee needs a bubble bath,
Fuzzy Wuzzy.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

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