Kitchen at DuskA Poem by VerserIt's not where you are, it's whom you are with.We might have gone to Wickford And walked in the sunfull streets By the sea, with the town duck Waddling briskly, bright and foremost.
But we bought fruit at Banana Joe’s, And a pound of butter in the rainy afternoon To make Madelaines in the damp kitchen dusk.
It did not matter. There were plentiful skies And a warm, ordinary hand to hold, Attached to an ordinary girl who is My summer and my singing sun. © 2013 VerserReviews
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