Today

Yesterday had blue roses sitting on the coffee table waiting to fly into the sky with all the other migrating flowers.
The day before that was chicken. Fried chicken, boiled chicken and chicken swimming happily with noodles and carrots over a warm heat. And just the right amount of pepper.
Last year around this time I remember the lace curtains swam in the wind making pretty puppets. They were doing the Marriage of Figaro and laughing hysterically at the fateful cat that had walked into their final scene.
Today's flavor has yet to be discovered. The bread knife may come alive with the soup spoon but that seems a little forced. Too nursery rhymish if that's a word. The raspberries seem a likely candidate. Frozen solid in the freezer but oh so full of life.
Married and wanting, I'm dreaming full dreams. The ones that end in fairy tales but begin in real life.

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