Here's something you might be interested in.
Once silenced by words
previously shared, by
gestures of finality
-- a single yellow
flower so small
book pressed
in the Hobbit
on a page
about
Home--
we now seek the in between,
the filling that lies sweet
somewhere after
the beginning
but before
the end,
the creamy custard
oozing decadently
from the center
of a chocolate
glazed
éclair.
Once silenced by words
previously shared, by
gestures of finality
-- a single yellow
flower so small
book pressed
in the Hobbit
on a page
about
Home--
we now seek the in between,
the filling that lies sweet
somewhere after
the beginning
but before
the end,
the creamy custard
oozing decadently
from the center
of a chocolate
glazed
éclair.