Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Pantry

I will hide my heart

On the high shelf of the pantry

Push it to the back

Behind the bag of cake flour

I bought and used just once

Next to the bread machine

That my mother gave me

Leave it there

In that cool dark place

Safe

Away from you

And anyone else

Who might break it

Out of sight

And out of mind

That’s what I’m going for

KJ BellComment