The morning brings the moths
her cupboard bare,
she attempts to prise the day
what to wear?
snatching thoughts all is balance
nasturtiums or foxgloves,
crumbling trellis stakes
she wraps a blanket around herself
and sits in the garden , guarding motionless
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
The morning brings the moths
her cupboard bare,
she attempts to prise the day
what to wear?
snatching thoughts all is balance
nasturtiums or foxgloves,
crumbling trellis stakes
she wraps a blanket around herself
and sits in the garden , guarding motionless
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