this is kind of like one of the songs I heard

a simple place

Meg Smith



Will you follow me

into the last room, where

sun draws an ocean of apricot

along the walls, floor

and clouds of blankets.

I live for this low fog.

You will say it, and I will say it,

or not,

or simply move together

toward the sweetness

of ebbing light.

those lyrics are so pretty, and compelling. I really like "sun draws an ocean of apricot"

I always liked the lyric about the moon hitting your eye like a big pizza pie.

ouch! those anchovies really sting.

i LOVE pizza!