~ Where do I find you now? ~

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~ Where do I find you now? ~

Daily,

Somewhat at the same time,

I’d prepare the meal,

Stirring a flat, thin, metal spatula in the skillet,

Dead black with silver scrambled scribbling …

And ‘cause dinner has got half a clock time,

I would just spare a stare, an everyday (stolen) norm,

To look out of the white-painted, wood-framed, window,

Right above the chipped porcelain kitchen sink,

Brimming with dishes and many, many sad distorted faces …

There, I’d find my big, fat, happy, Moon,

Perfect light-golden, baked, a bit on the lop side,

Crisp ends, fluffy middle, soft inside,

Amidst the snack of sprinkled stars,

On the plate of ‘My’ rectangular piece of Sky ……

Out of habit, engraved by time’s years, into my years,

I again looked out … today …

For my luscious Moon, dangling in my nicely cut piece of Sky,

But, there stood patronizing, piquant, oddly seasoned,

Divided in patterns, dotted by windowed luminescence …

Tall buildings, paling; softening only to the morning Sun …

I felt like a small, nimble, wimbling mouse,

Trapped in a bricked mousetrap,

And growled …

At being ensnared also in my fragile, forgetful mind …

I must have forgotten … O’ Dear,

Those with places, view tend to change …

Happy, fat, Moon … I miss you baby, so much!