12/12/2020

Reunion

We fall asleep on the afternoon floor

while baking our favorite cake.


Flour footprints follow us through 

one dream after another, even 


through the water crossings, across 

the ceiling too, where we dance 


and raise a toast to Marc Chagall, 

patron saint of winter kitchens.


[LSS, 12/12/20]

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