Hope you're well. We all lead separate lives, but are they really separate at all? Here's a poem for you. Working on getting Book Three out there to you. In the works, every single day, pressing forward. Love, love, 💕💙-- C.A.
The Shop
The clean, fresh
sheets. The fat cat
fed. The fish tank
tomorrow. Whites.
The final spin.
The heavy weight
of spotless silence.
No, no ring
tone near her beige
bedroom. Far past time.
The cream Eldorado
is locked, three deep,
in The Shop,
where the filthy,
full-lipped mechanic
lovingly
smokes menthols.
Her pretty ride
will still make
the night owl.
C.A. MacConnell
