Poem: Conveniences

clipart for conveniences

 

                            The future we may never have.

                            We save for it, and every detail

 

                            seems assured. Each day,

                            we borrow that, our dream, swirl

 

                            around its inner core; make

                            love to it; keep it in our

 

                            nightly bed. It lies across us

                            now like quilts of old –

 

                            beauty in its patchwork glory.

 

                                                     © Diane Beaty

 

 

Please note: The poem is mine, but the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.

 

 

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