Diana does the dishes.
Her arms are arrows
searching for the wild beasts
lurking in the bubbly forest of her sink.
She smiles when she finds a white
saucer the size of the moon.
The trickle of the faucet stream,
the natural flow of fertility.
Patiently, Diana frees food debris
to end their evening’s slavery.
Pots and pans of silver–
mirrors for self-admiring.
Her sponge’s quiver emptied;
her hunt at an end. “Special delivery!”
she cries, splashes playfully her eyes,
but be careful not to spy
her hands emerging,
two private poppies for remembering.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
I thought it would be fun to record some of these poems of NaPoWriMo.
Cover Art: Catherine Eager “Diana Goddess of Nature, Animals and the Moon“
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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