Loop Sluice Stir

With a slight toss of her head, she loops the moon into a scarf and sluices into the bitter night…”

I wrote this awhile back in my film noir heroine fantasy period.

Today, with a shiver down my to my backbone, I looped a woolen scarf inside my down parka, covered my head with the hood and rumbled into the bitter wind at the farmers’ market.

So much for sensual drama.

~

Mercury goes direct
I stir the soup
in clockwise circles

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