Sitting living room

Sunday Waltons over a plate of quartered oranges
we weren’t tied to fruit
tray, tea, toast, glass-top coffee table
provident cheque
skeletal metal kissed shins and knees
love-bite bruising debacle
class supper, furniture ubiquity
the Bible sat spine-on, tall Jesus, old Moses, the Holy Spirit split atoms
unfinished yellowing page with a yellower fold
Walton’s dry wisdom

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