A Swirl Of Amaretto Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

A Swirl Of Amaretto



A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.

All is quiet except
The little walnut clock.
Between each tick and tock
Is a protracted moment.

Upon the wooden floor
Only starlight shines -
Wrought by the blinds
In shades of azure -

In lines thin and long.
Morning interrupts.
My husband rises up -
The peace is gone.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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