5/14/2020 0 Comments Quarantine PoemIt has been like a million years since I have posted on this site for you. That is about to change. I also feel I have been in quarantine for a million years. But it feels okay, not lonely, just contemplative. Here is a poem about living in quarantine at Ruckle Road:
Ruckle Road Quarantine My street is always deserted, that’s nothing new what is empty is my table; too early for flowers too dangerous for friends. Yet, my kitchen, this sanctuary where I linger to find my flavor of quiet-solitude brims with the aroma of yeast and honey. I turn the sticky dough and it clings to my fingers warm and familiar, so much like the skin of the grandkids, I long to touch. Soon my kitchen will brim with English muffins that I will freeze for a time where flowers bloom and wine will flow again in company
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