Dinner Time Poetry

flour, lid to skillet, in the kitchen

Making Dinner

Cabinets

shut with a thud that sounds like a

drum beat, a serenade,

to the woman

in me.

 
 

I wrote another cinquain! I get excited when I make one of these because they are actually fairly hard to do, as they are supposed to be one complete sentence.

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