Kith and Kin
Whether mine sails in torrents, or sunshine,
can walk on water or sinks beneath waves,
hubs always succeeds to lift me up.
Children, like flagons of ludicrous wine,
their knotty, cynical, humor I crave.
My reflection whirls in cherished cups.
Hours spent, biggety list, sugar-cubed day.
Galbreaths intertwine in how we’ve been brave
or not; with emotive eyes, catch up.
Circle’s animated ~ in God’s olé
friendwave.
10/30/2010
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