love and oatmeal


isnt it

 the ordinary

run of the mill

everyday 

oatmeal and toast

kinds of things love does as it watches out for us

which skip through our seasons

like stones over whistling streams…

even after  flowers bloom

steam kettles call us back

to picture window kitchens

which look out 

on forget me nots 

long past spring…

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