This poem is a response for this week's prompt provided by
Thursday Tales.
I gasp whenever
the winds of time blow you
to my door once again
(And for a short time,
it is
how it was)
The rooster momentarily pauses
and allows us
a secret coupling...
He winks
before averting his gaze
in a westernly direction.
2 comments:
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