sunight

same story multiple rabbits
farmed and the scene reshot
three turns of the grinder
rock salt where none
was cooked with
the beginning is just
where words pick up the story
wine spilt is whining
and mud an elixer that binds
indifference no reason to go
outside for the weekend
a novel almost completely read
counter topped with dirty dishes
moonlight at its ebb
traffic signals for the absent
soup and haggis in the week after
no clothes until walking night
love across an ocean and seas
due east due west same latitude
flannel sheets sleep a comfort
pulled and torn subconsciously

T-shirt: Odawa Pow Wow
loc: ComCtr
temp:-4 C
sound: Jamiroquai, Travelling Without Moving