Time Over Love

Heirloom timepiece (circa 1840s and about ten sixteen) and a red sandheartstone form a fraction for you to contemplate, so…have fun.

Celery soup.
When I spell a
word in a new
way, I meant to.

Books on a shelf.
Today I sang
as I touched the
piano keys.

New things are passed
away. Please be
delivered from
all sins, all guilt.

Reality.
We’ve* been speaking
about it in
tones of reference.

*Hello to those in my tapestry. This poem is only about play, my friends, yes, only about play. Thanks for playreading. And, I wish you celery soup (it is less common than tomato) and other nonpoetry surprises today.