Kitchen Lemon

Looking out from a kitchen window,

The evening sun framed just so.

I watch the world continue on to the sound of running water and soap.

A crisp small cutting sound echos from the sink,

As water shoots straight through the bubbles.

While dishes clink upon the sink,

Beyond the night does grow.

And in my nose a smell of home:

Lemon within a glass.

-M.E. InkOwl

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