tiny waltz
and somehow
a day worth
bottling
has slipped into
night without
leaving words
to describe
how it felt
and I have
spent far too
long staring
at a screen
as though the
sheer silence
of sitting
would shape my
sentences
and I have
deleted
far more than
I have saved
but that’s true
most any day
but I found
this little
waltz of a
poem and
I’ll leave it
here in hopes
it finds you
Peace,
Milton
Little waltz – I like that. Thanks, Milton.
A wedding?
A performing arts festival on the town green, Maggie.
Milton, your wife’s always seem to find me. Thank you again for the spin around the dance floor.