The tables had turned.

The tables had turned.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The tables had turned.
How was he
to know
the tables had turned
the place settings
were still the same.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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emily post---the subtle movement, he was so sure of himself---

but that was only during main entree...she surprised him with dessert...

something he did not expect or want.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your words j

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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