Posted in Poetry

truce


you found me
under a doormat
wiped your feet
at the sink

there is no blame
if we both contain
sharp edges
and needles

(tbc…)or the story
ends with the same
four lines drawn
in the sand

or maybe we
surprise
and pour each other
a cup of Oolong Tea.

take sugar
or cream?
muddied waters
lead to dreaming…