Dinner Party | August Rain
We left behind the crashing tide
The shaded bow of boat that tossed
A child’s toy on violent seas.
Waves angled, breached the seawall
And rain sharp and fast as we flew
To the car, hovering atop the dark
Pool of sea-salt and city brine –
-- Our little ship of fools.
We journey through the night, so
Deliberate, anxious for the breaded
Warmth of your farmhouse, knowing
That when we arrive you will be
Warm, waiting and welcoming,
As smiles wind and light the dim
Corner of each room, and we take
Each to the other. Yes –
It will be lovely.
- sadi ranson-polizzotti
posted by sadi ranson-polizzotti @ 12:10 PM
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