Atari shapes of passing headlights
slip linear shadows across this wall,
as raindrops snare the rooftops firmly.
A pin-prick watch insists on joining silence,
and torchlight floods down on my hand,
to cast this mighty pen in silhouette.
Outside my duvet savannah,
lazy Saturday, no agenda,
waits skulking in the black to pounce.
The day will come, sure as the sun,
a cappuccino in the kitchen,
signalling that we are home.
Sounds like a super relaxing day, nothing like a lazy Saturday with a cappuccino.
ReplyDeletesmiles....it is good to be home...and to remember that the day always comes after the night....
ReplyDeletelove the use of atari...cool
Love the hope found here....gentle and warm. (and thanks for stopping by earlier this week) :)
ReplyDeleteHaven't seen a post from you in a while. I hope all is well!
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