… because the cuttlekids are home.
So, since I can’t cook a meal for you, a special side-dish here, serving as another reminder that what I do is not poetry, and that proper poetry is (or can be) delicious.
The Digital Cuttlefish
Since the music plays so briefly... Can you blame me if I dance?
Have a good day.
I heard the plums in the refrigerator thing on NPR this morning. It’s ok but I much prefer your verses whether you consider them poetry or not.
We had a good dinner with our daughters and a variety of in-laws and extended family. Now my stomach hurts, but in a good way.