I succumb to your CHARM. I EXALT your beauty and grace. Behind the LOADS of laundry, the PLANK of the ironing board, I see a formidable and proud spirit. I QUAIL before you, oh Goddess of the home. You may pretend to be nothing, but to no AVAIL: without you, civilizations would crumble.

Georg’ann

OCEAN, a word too vast
for the morning write
Is that right?
It shall be revealed in the rite
The cat has come to GUARD the temple
A SHAFT of light across the table
Guiding me inward,
this is the call and response
of inner and outer landscapes
Noting the PLAYA within
double entendre
Dried basin dreaming
being lush with flirty prowess
as vast as the OCEAN
yet to no AVAIL

Heather