Melodies grazing the table cloths
Glasses flipped, dry.
Forks and spoons nestled on
Refrigerator humming its tune,
Naked kitchen window,
Raw vegetables resting.
Damp air clinging to its glass
Guests shuffling in.
…And the place awakens to the rush.
I like the way you focus not on the people, though their presence is felt, but on the room and the table. Very creative!
Thank you so much!! It was fun to write 🙂
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you’re welcome 🙂 It reads like you were having a good time 🙂