My nano's on hold - life's taken over, as it does - so this week I'm offering a couple of poems which I hope you enjoy. The Thrift Shop. I enter. A predator hunting with sensory antennae stalking. Eyes flash on layers of crushed crimson velvet, edged with luscious creamy Belgian lace. A confection; a creation once bought for a special occasion, and later gracing many a dance swirling through the night. I picture myself, embraced by dashing arms dancing to rhythmic beats, as rainbow lights…
