so
much depends
upon
the
spill of water
warm
in the basin
the
tumble-soft
tones
of Coltrane
from
another room
the
smooth glide
of
your hand
upon
my hip
so
much depends,
really,
on the
flip
of my
hair
Written
for Fireblossom Friday--taking the opening lines of William Carlos
Williams' poem The Red Wheelbarrow (“so much depends upon”) and
crafting our own poem.
Late
and linking to Poetry Pantry, too.
Happy
Valentine's Day!
