Scraps: by Bonnie McClellan

There is coffee to be washed

from the bottom of cups,

Floors to be washed,

laundry to be done,

essays and invoices to be written.

The sky is still dark.

Morning’s coffee with sugar and whole milk;

I am fattening on your absence.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

John Looker says:

March 20, 2015 at 5:59 pm

Those few lines hint at a wider scene, a bigger story, Bonnie. I like them.

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bonniemcclellan says:

March 21, 2015 at 2:42 pm

Thanks John, I’m glad this poem sparked your imagination.

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