monday morning wishes
days have passed since the poor bird
was knifed a hundred different times
its remains divvied up amongst the guests
dished into disposable containers
never to be seen again
days have passed yet reminders remain
sights and sounds and lingering smells
laughter and tears and silence
talk of getting back together
a wishbone hanging on a branch
december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Love that first stanza!
(We just finished the last of the leftovers tonight. 🙂 )
Thank you, Eliza!