Ok, I have tried up one side and down the other, and while normally I can write SWIFT and sure, tonight no matter how I SHAKE it, I got nothing. No flow, no juice. An empty SCORE. I want to SLOPE off into the night, wend my way to a book and bed. And so G’night.

Georg’ann

Lemon GLAZE, like a waterfall from spoon to cake.
Pouring over cranberry and walnut boulders,
pooling in the crevices.
Glory be, it has burst its banks
to SLOPE down the steep sides.
Little fingers dip in the runoff,
with a smile as wide and sweet
as the sugar river.

Heather