A Saturday Poem

He wrote her a note in a bottleScrawled in peacock inkOf language that would make her heartVibrate like a harpThat he hoped to set free in a cerulean oasisBut he dropped the bottle on concreteTherefore shattering into uncollectible fragments. But it was okBecause the horizonShimmered inSaturday. He drove to the storeA shopping list folded and … Continue reading A Saturday Poem