Offering
Could I sketch
you a smile?
hold the
hourglass horizontalleave yesterday’s dust on shelves
tomorrows clouds in glass jars
whistles with the kettle
drips honey on peanut butter
crackles ice in crystal
taps to the lettered-keyboard
wisps turning pages
nubs noses in Eskimo-kisses
rolls boys in front-yard grass
bops curls on toddlers
scuffles feet on wood floors
eases amber over heaven
climbs wild through the Red Oak
simmers to a savory stove
gathers family at tables
wets wine on the tongue
breaks bread like communion
Passes like the plate on Sunday
Emily
Murphy
Published 2013
in Emerge Literary Journal, updated 2015
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