Unfinished

[Mag 286]

 Pose me as you did

            the night we stole inside

the swelling moon,

            the night my hair came loose and we

            polished off a bottle,              

dark and full.

How we fooled that dim morning

leaving damp traces

            for all the world to see

                        and not a soul to know.

- K a t h l e e n  K i m b a l l - B a k e r,  2 0 1 5


Inspired by Tess Kinkaid's Magpie Tales, a blog dedicated to the enjoyment of poets and writers, for the purpose of honing their craft, sharing it with like-minded bloggers, and keeping their muses alive and well.