Love Without Incident



rare beauty
across the courtyard
from my open window

spinning on the ball
of her foot
in the early morning air

in sunlight
she dries herself

she wears
not a thread,
only the scent

of the misty plume
rising from the bottle
in her hand

closing my window
on coral skies,
I come to terms with

love without incident

P. Wanken


Inspired by The Sunday Whirl #95: court, rare, open, bathe, plume, coral, ball, term, bottle, incident, thread, and dry.


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