Tonight's Poet Corner: The Visit

The Visit
by Belinda Roddie

Aunt Desiree and Aunt Tiffany
invited me over to dinner.
There were baked potatoes and
rib-eye steaks and enough
butter to choke a horse. But I
ate until my stomach was stone
and I crashed on the leather couch.

Aunt Desiree and Aunt Tiffany
played a song for me hours later.
Desiree sang like an older Joni
Mitchell, while Tiffany's uke
oddly twanged. I felt the desire
to sleep in the warm autumn night
blanketing their mountain home,
but instead they dragged me outside
to count shooting stars, and almost
all of my wishes came true.

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