Tuesday, June 21, 2011

After the Bedtime Circus

After the bedtime circus antics

After dishes, leftovers and laundry...
After placing the smallest gently in his cradle,

I'll steal away quiet and lonesome to my poems

Clearing a too-frenzied rush of words
Pent up from the day's hectic.

I will steal away and write by touch
in a darkened room
So as not to wake the baby...

Only to find that you,
Gentle wide-eyed white-faced moon

Have been watching me all this time
Through pin-stripe chinks
In the window blinds.

(c) Kathryn W. Ritter
June 8, 2011 Wednesday

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