cathy_edgett) wrote, cathy_edgett After the dinner party, we went to bed.
We¹d washed the dishes and silver, left the wine glasses.
Remnants of communion settled onto the table top.
The night house shimmered in the fissured moonlight.
From the places lips had met glasses a new verity was born.
Words are merely skillful means and cannot indicate truth.
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