One Night

She couldn’t find

The butter

He couldn’t find

The bread,

Strange where your

Mind goes

When you’re longing

To go to bed,

So they settled

For a bagel

With lotus petal

Spread,

And danced to

The music,

That was playing

In their heads.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:01 AM November 26, 2012

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