Twice now my ring has fallen
Beneath the same table
On a dark and much used carpet
Where potato and steak usually play
The ring is special
The marriage finger
Although not wedded
By now it’s just a ring.
But what ghost does this?
It certainly must be my own..
My body shunning the bondage
Or just me having one, two, many Manhattans.
Limbs flying, body dancing in silliness.
The way it should be.
Let’s hope I’ve lost weight.
It’s so invigorating like when a child balance
well i did lose my balance there and of course that is not to publish but it has been anyway I think, maybe not…it’s incomplete…I will try again.
It’s so invigorating like when a child loses balance and then regains with no sense of upset at all. That’s all about good to read you again after a year’s absence from WP. Am now strolling the neighborhood getting caught up. You are always a fresh of breath air…
Hello friend! Missed your voice and vision.