It's the fever place
and the fracture fall,
with a strip of lace wrapped around it all.
A dusk-gone door
and a small cool hand,
with the worst of it in a silk-knot band.
sings the cage bird
coo in the morning while the whole house sleeps;
sings the soft throat
coo brings the cat,
the silent little calico the sugar man keeps.
It's the bent porch rail
and the dahlia bloom,
with a candle and a snuffer set in every room.
It's the sugar man's house
with his child-bride wife,
claiming each one edge of the finger knife.
image by SueAnn, in connection with dverse poetics.