Monthly Archives: November 2015

When his plane landed
Life shifted back into place
After vexing days

Kids in a screen trance
Missed the yellow bus take off
While they stood aside

On my way to bed
Broken items caught my eye
I picked them, not sleep

Why should I wake up?
When the sun lounges in bed
Then cries about it

Two flourless cake rolls
A vindictive exam in
Gluten free desserts

A foreign bottle
We poured while others joined in
Time was our topic

Now the sky goes dark
In the middle of the day
Or so it appears

Darkness enclosed us
While gusts dropped ice cold missiles
Hello November

In a new kitchen
With blue drinks, our thirty two
Year chat carried on