07.November.23

Gallery date up-stands for wait.

Hopeful stare, but wonders, “Where?”

Face feels unsure, though opts to endure.

Mind moves to waves crashing shoreface,

Escaping conditioned air of marbled place.

For if thoughts cannot punctuality beseech,

Why not ideal a date on an idyllic beach? ; )

03.November.23

Daisy sniffed a sour scent after brooding barghest went,

And, thinking that someone had died, her face so sob-cried.

Then, she realized, to her ease, that it was just cheese—

Un-noshed since days ago, when fridge temp was opp’ of low. ; )