Alice- White Sunday

Yellow pears

turning from Saturday's sun,

sweet and soft

waiting for a dry tongue.

Ash sky,

sipping in some rest,

a sleeping giant.

Lanterns, still

spheres of peace,

round swans

floating.

Where did

last night go?

Right...into

reckless dancing,

swimming in my

vodka twists.

Its only July,

plenty of time

for a summer fling,

let the shenanigans begin.

Quiet Rituals

This morning,

I

kissed tiny toes,

wiped smeared banana

off the window sills,

cleaned out my purse,

pitched some old bills,

steeped a cup of

lemon tea,

paid my school fees,

put my little darling to sleep,

smiled when she didn't

make a peep.