Gray
/The sun plays hide and seek.
On purpose, or because it's being bullied?
The darkness is so stubborn.
A plate of softly scrambled eggs smiles.
The bright spot.
The dishwasher hums,
The dog licks his bloody toe.
Rain drip-drops,
Outside and in.
Musings from a servantless, stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
musings from a stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
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